(traditional Gypsy Song)
A Gypsy has a house
Two children and a wife
The Gypsy woman was beautiful
So beautiful she light the house
The Gypsy was moody
Wicked and finicky
He came home in the night drunk
And beat his wife
The Gypsy woman got upset
She hit the road and left
She left to Califat
And married a wealthy man
Her children are now crying
Crying all the time for their mother
The Gypsy now is sorry
And has gone after his wife
He traveled for years
And found her while passing a gate in Califat
The little children screamed,
Look Father - it is our Mother
Look, she is over there on the terrace
When the Gypsy woman saw them
She ripped out all her hair
She never wanted fortune
Nor wealth of anykind
She has returned back home
And is now more beautiful than ever.