Tradicional russian gypsy song performed by Les Yeux Noirs

Les deux guitares
Dve gitari zazvenev
Jalobno zanily
S detstva pamjatnij motiv,
Drug ljubimiy, ti ly?

eh, raz, eshe raz,
Eshe mnogo mnogo raz,
Eh, raz, eshe raz,
Eshe mnogo mnogo raz!

Vot tam zvezda odna gorit
Tak jarko i muchitel’no
Luchami serdtse shevelyt,
Draznja evo jazvitel’no

eh, raz, eshe raz,
Eshe mnogo mnogo raz,
Eh, raz, eshe raz,
Eshe mnogo mnogo raz!

I ot zari, I do zari
Toskuju, muchus’, set’ju.
Dai, boje, mne dogovorit’
Tu pesnju nedopetuju…

eh, raz, eshe raz,
Eshe mnogo mnogo raz,
Eh, raz, eshe raz,
Eshe mnogo mnogo raz!

V polet veter, ogon’ky,
Da dal’naja doroga.
Noet serdtse ot toski,
A na dushe trevoga.

eh, raz, eshe raz,
Eshe mnogo mnogo raz,
Eh, raz, eshe raz,
Eshe mnogo mnogo raz!

V pole maki, da vasil’ki.
Vse oni mne ljubi.
Vasil’ki- glaza ee,
A maki- ee gubi.

eh, raz, eshe raz,
Eshe mnogo mnogo raz,
Eh, raz, eshe raz,
Eshe mnogo mnogo raz!

Chto ti noesh, da bolish,
Retivo serdechko,
Ja uvidel u nee
Da na ruke kolechko

eh, raz, eshe raz,
Eshe mnogo mnogo raz,
Eh, raz, eshe raz,
Eshe mnogo mnogo raz!

Translation:
In my dream – yellow lights,
wheezing in my sleep;
a while longer, a whole longer,
In the morning I’ll be fine!

But in the morning everything’s wrong,
The joy is gone;
Either you smoke on an empty stomach,
Or you quench a hangover.

Hey one, yes
once again;
Hey one, yes
many-many more times…

In the bars; green tablecloths
And white napkins.
Heaven for the poor and slobs,
But for me – like a bird in a cage!

In the church; stench and gloom,
Preachers burning incense.
No! Even in church everything’s wrong,
Not as it should be.

To the mountain I rush,
So that something there might be,
On the mountain stands an alder,
While below a cherry tree;
If only there were ivy on the slope;
I’d get some joy from it,
If only anything else;
It’s not as it should be.

Hey one, yes
once again;
Hey one, yes
many-many more times…

Then to the field I go,
along the river bank;
Some light, some darkness – but no God!
While in the pure field;
there are cornflowers and a distant road.
Along the road there’s a deep forest
With Baba-Yaga witches;
And at the road’s end;
Chopping blocks and axes.

Somewhere the stallions dance in tune,
Unhurried and easy.
Along the road everything is wrong,
But at the end; completely.

Neither in church nor the in the bar-
Nothing is held holy!
No, my friends; everything’s wrong,
Everything’s wrong, my friends!

Hey one, yes
once again;
Hey one, yes
many-many more times…

• Lyrics probided by Pauline Bertrand, fonetic translation by Olga Formalnova

*Note: the video song it’s not the same version, I’m trying to find the same lyrics, but at list some of them are the same. My apologies.