Give the go steamer
Raise the sails,
Give the boy freedom
For beautiful eyes.
And you sat and dreamed
In the open window ,
And all in tattered rags
To you gypsy approached .
Approached and asked her hand
- Give me your hand to tell fortunes ,
All that was , all that will be
I 'll be able to predict.
And in your heart the mystery -
Do you love one guy ,
You want to be his wife;
But you did not come .
He loves beautiful girls ,
Play cards , drink wine,
You go with the Tasca into the grave
He , stroller anyway .
And with that Tasco , and with the sadness
You go for a walk on the field ,
And rack up a bunch of daisies
And you 'll be on them guessing :
- Loves - does not like !
No, you do not love me!
Gypsy truth foretold ,
She says its true !
Burning candle wax ,
Coffin lined with red velvet ,
Sobbed all her relatives ,
And in that coffin girl sleeps.
And before the coffin on his knees
It was a young boy :
& quot; I did not know that you loved ,
She wanted to be my wife ! & Quot;
- Loves - does not like !
No, you do not love me!
Gypsy truth foretold ,
She says its true !
When the coffin lowered into the grave ,
The sun was setting over the Earth ,
And over the park alley
Hung young lad ...
- Loves - does not like !
No, you do not love me!
Gypsy truth foretold ,
She says its true !
