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| English translation / Английский перевод / Traduzione inglese / Перек... |
| A GYPSY SONG | A GYPSY SONG |
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| Like a stone, hangs on my neck that melancholy damned. | Like a stone, hangs on my neck that melancholy damned. |
| Why does any word today so badly hurt and grieve me? | Why does any word today so badly hurt and grieve me? |
| It because of somewhere here the Gypsies made their camp, | It because of somewhere here the Gypsies made their camp, |
| And they trouble my heart and soul each evening. | And they trouble my heart and soul each evening. |
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| And the poplars sing just like the strings. | And the poplars sing just like the strings. |
| Tinka-tinka, tinka, tinka-tinks! | Tinka-tinka, tinka, tinka-tinks! |
| And just like the guitar, the earth rings. | And just like the guitar, the earth rings. |
| Tinka-tinka, tinka, tinka-tinks! | Tinka-tinka, tinka, tinka-tinks! |
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| I’ll sink down my melancholy, steal at least a night - | I’ll sink down my melancholy, steal at least a night - |
| There are campfires in the field that give me lucid signals. | There are campfires in the field that give me lucid signals. |
| I’ll rend what impedes me and throw fragments into fire, | I’ll rend what impedes me and throw fragments into fire, |
| Only be ye, Gypsies, my assistants! | Only be ye, Gypsies, my assistants! |
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| And let I drink away all my things! | And let I drink away all my things! |
| Tinka-tinka, tinka, tinka-tinks! | Tinka-tinka, tinka, tinka-tinks! |
| How I love when a blithe Gypsy sings! | How I love when a blithe Gypsy sings! |
| Tinka-tinka, tinka, tinka-tinks! | Tinka-tinka, tinka, tinka-tinks! |
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| All what sleeps in me will be again roused with the strings, | All what sleeps in me will be again roused with the strings, |
| Where all is covered with the weeds, there will be flowers wreathing! | Where all is covered with the weeds, there will be flowers wreathing! |
| It doesn’t matter that I’ll be condemned by pious things, | It doesn’t matter that I’ll be condemned by pious things, |
| I’ve decided not to leave you, Gypsies! | I’ve decided not to leave you, Gypsies! |
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| Thou noose shaltn’t reach me in the sticks! | Thou noose shaltn’t reach me in the sticks! |
| Tinka-tinka, tinka, tinka-tinks! | Tinka-tinka, tinka, tinka-tinks! |
| Ring, my song, ’midst the forests and fields! | Ring, my song, ’midst the forests and fields! |
| Tinka-tinka, tinka, tinka-tinks! | Tinka-tinka, tinka, tinka-tinks! |
