| I will gather in an armful, a pile of all problems,
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| And in slippers I will leave you completely,
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| Money - the cat cried, well, as always screwed up,
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| By the fire of a crazy again I will become unmarried.
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| The gypsies will sing, the soul will get high at once,
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| The memory of the silver strings will not blow out,
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| I'll ruin it smartly tonight, probably
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| With a mischievous, beautiful, heart recklessly.
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| Gypsies love the will and the guitar,
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| I'll go to the gypsies in a merry camp,
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| Why work, bend your back for free,
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| I'll go to the gypsies, I won't get old there.
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| Wake up in the morning, at first with a hangover,
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| Everything will return again if we drink wine,
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| The gypsies will sing, we'll take a walk by the fire,
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| From the dawn of the evening and again until the morning.
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| Gypsies love the will and the guitar,
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| I'll go to the gypsies in a merry camp,
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| Why work, bend your back for free,
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| I'll go to the gypsies, I won't get old there.
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| Gypsies love the will and the guitar,
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| I'll go to the gypsies in a merry camp,
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| Why work, bend your back for free,
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| I'll go to the gypsies, I won't get old there. |