The sistrum rods tinkled*
With a metallic shine
And to this strange music
The zingarellas rose.
Basque drums went their way
And the frenzied guitars
Squealed under stubborn hands
Same song, same chorus
Same song, same chorus
Tra la la la! etc...
The copper and silver rings
Shone on the brown skins,
Zebra-striped orange and red,
The Fabrics fluttered in the wind.
The dance to the song was married,
The dance to the song was married,
At first indecisive and shy
Later livelier and faster ,
It went up, up, up, up!
Tra la la la! etc...
The bohemians à
Their instruments raged,
And this dazzling noise,
Bewitched the zingaras!
Under the rhythm of the song,
Under the rhythm of the song,
Ardent, crazy, feverish,
They let themselves, intoxicated,
Swept away by the whirlwind!
Tra la la la! etc....

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