Book: Gypsies

Flashed like a falling star!

Old husband, terrible husband
Cut me, burn me:
I'm solid, not afraid
No knife, no fire.
I hate you
Despise you;
I have another love,
Die loving.

We are wild; we have no laws.
We are not afflicted, don't execute -
No blood needs to us and moaning.

Look: under the distant arch
Walking free moon;
On the whole of nature in passing
Equal to the radiance pouring it.
Look to the cloud anytime,
It is so magnificently lit -
And that's really passed to another;
And then a short visit.
Who in the sky the place it will indicate
primola: stop there!
Who is the heart of the young maiden say:
Love one, no change.

... When you knew
When would you ever imagined
Bondage stuffy cities!
There are people in piles behind the fence.
Do not breathe the morning cool
Neither the vernal odor of the meadows;
Of love ashamed, of thought drive,
Sell will,
Head before idols getting at
And ask for money Yes chains...