The gypsy woman told  me: Your hart is sad but free

but very soon you look the moon, and in its light you see man tight

This happened long ago, when I had allways thought so

that my poor marriage, lifes heavy carriage

I have to bull, untill my fate is full

That`s why it  took so long, to find some new and strong

and gypsy woman comes again, she didn`t tell me things  in vain

Now says she not a word, in dark eyes  just ockured

some sparkle of a star, or shinig tresor in a jar

when she clearly tells, the time has come for playing bells

in hart and without ears I here her woice with tears

and I try in vain to reach the sky in  rain