When you left gypsy
You left only
A car in pieces
You took bamboo chairs
Your guitar of nothing at all
T you put the wind under your skin
You caressed the birds, you caressed the birds
You put stones on the fire
Women with long hair
br/>washed everything in the buckets
Dried the laundry on the bushes
Brought the kids into the trucks
On the reed baskets
And caressed them the birds, stroked the birds
Where were you going?
Apart from the mud puddles
And some wheel tracks
You didn't want to leave anything
You put your gypsy pride
On the curtains of the caravans
Like folded flags
You caressed the birds, caressed the birds
Where were you going ?
I'm afraid of city lights
Big, immobile houses
Gardens built all around
I'm afraid that people will take away office
At the end of the militia rifle
The children of our love
They call our daughters thieves
From the depths of their fearful houses
Full of fighting dogs
br/>They tie up their poultry
They watch over their scrap metal
We're not alike...
There's been a sign since
No parking
As if there had been the plague
You just have to look elsewhere
People who will be less afraid
Hopefully there will be some left
And caress the birds !

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