Take this hand, Gypsy.
Tell me also what fate I will have.
Speak about my love—I am not afraid
because I know that by now
it does not belong to me.
Look into my eyes, Gypsy.
See the gold of her hair.
Tell me if she gives back
a part of my love.
You must say this, it's up to you.
But if it is written that I will lose her,
like the snow in the sun,
it will melt away—a love.
Take this hand, Gypsy.
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But if it is written that I will lose her,
like the snow in the sun,
it will melt away—a love.
Take this hand, Gypsy.
Also read what my destiny will be.
Tell me who loves me.
Give me hope—
this is all that matters to me now.