The Troubadour / Act II: The Gypsy / Scene I
GYPSIES
See! The dark nocturnal bare
It undresses the immense vault of the skies;
It seems like a widow who finally takes off
The brown clothes in which she was wrapped.
Get to work! get to work!
Come on, hammer.
Who of the gypsy graces the days?
The gypsy girl!
MEN
Pour me a little; stamina and courage
The body and the soul benefit from drinking.
Oh look, look! a ray of the sun
It shines more vividly in my/your glass!
All the work, all the work...
Give it, hammer...
Who of the gypsy's days beautiful?
The gypsy girl!