wherever you gri.
You .
Or
I
hear the gypsy singing in the evenings,
The sound of guitars under the colorful tents.
I know that gypsies sing loudly,
They are friends,
flowers stand for them and serve at home.
And today I will ask the gypsies myself,
Tell me, gypsies, how do you live?
With us, happiness and misfortune are in half,
We are walking along the valleys and hills.
The gypsy horse is with us, With colorful tents,
Today,
here and tomorrow we will be somewhere there.
A song is being sung over the gypsy fires,
Hey,
gypsies, can I follow you?
I have long guessed the way for myself,
There are already many such ways on earth.
And today I will ask the gypsies myself,
Tell me, gypsies,
how do you live?
With us, happiness and misfortune are in half,
We are walking along the valleys and hills.
The gypsy horse is with us, With colorful tents,
Today,
here and tomorrow we will be somewhere there.
Da-***-dee-da,
da-***-dee-da, Da-***-dee-da-***-dee-da,
Da-***-dee-da, da-***-dee-da,
Da-***-dee-da-***-dee-da,
Da-***-dee-da-***
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