I was still a child when gypsies came
Gypsies came to our town
The fire burned, it burned so much
The pain, the screams, the soul so empty
The wagons so colorful, the little horses so big
They pulled the carts so heavily
And I ran after them
Always after myself
Gypsy boy, gypsy boy, where are you?
Who can tell me?
Gypsy boy, gypsy boy, where are you?
Where are your cars?

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