I love
the fire as my own heart.
Winds fierce and small
Rocked the Gypsy girl and drove her far into the world.
The rains washed away my tears,
The sun–the golden Gypsy father–Warmed my body
And wonderfully singed my heart . . .
(...) No one understands me,
Only the forest and river.
That of which I speak
Has all, all passed away,
Everything, everything has gone
with it–And those years of youth.
Gypsy song, composed out of the head of Papusza
Winds fierce and small
Rocked the Gypsy girl and drove her far into the world.
The rains washed away my tears,
The sun–the golden Gypsy father–Warmed my body
And wonderfully singed my heart . . .
(...) No one understands me,
Only the forest and river.
That of which I speak
Has all, all passed away,
Everything, everything has gone
with it–And those years of youth.
Gypsy song, composed out of the head of Papusza
Those, who are interested in gypsy spirit and film of course, I heartily recommend Papusza by J and K Krauze.
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