Text: In the forest I grew like a shrub of gold, born in a Gypsy tent, akin to a boletus. I love fire like my own heart. The winds lesser and greater cradled the little Gypsy and blew her far away into the world... The rains washed away my tears, The sun my golden, Gypsy father, kept me warm and beautifully tanned my heart. From a blue stream I didn't take strength only washed my eyes... The bear wanders the forests like a silver moon, the wolf fears the fire, he won't bite a Gypsy. [..] Oh, how beautifully by the tent, sings the girl, the fire burns! Oh, how beautifully, people, from afar to hear the Easter songs of birds, the whimpers of children, and the song, and the dance of boys and girls. […] Oh, how beautifully the forest rustles for us- sings me songs. How beautifully the rivers flow, they fill my heart with joy. How delightful to behold the water deep and to tell her everything. Because no one can understand me, only the forests and streams. What I'm telling here it has all long passed and took everything, everything with it- and my younger years.'
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ReplyDeleteIn the forest I grew like a shrub of gold,
born in a Gypsy tent,
akin to a boletus.
I love fire like my own heart.
The winds lesser and greater
cradled the little Gypsy
and blew her far away into the world...
The rains washed away my tears,
The sun my golden, Gypsy father,
kept me warm
and beautifully tanned my heart.
From a blue stream I didn't take strength
only washed my eyes...
The bear wanders the forests
like a silver moon,
the wolf fears the fire,
he won't bite a Gypsy.
[..] Oh, how beautifully by the tent,
sings the girl,
the fire burns!
Oh, how beautifully, people, from afar
to hear the Easter songs of birds,
the whimpers of children, and the song, and the dance
of boys and girls.
[…] Oh, how beautifully the forest rustles for us-
sings me songs.
How beautifully the rivers flow,
they fill my heart with joy.
How delightful to behold the water deep
and to tell her everything.
Because no one can understand me,
only the forests and streams.
What I'm telling here it has all long passed
and took everything, everything with it-
and my younger years.'