Gypsies Travelin' in H-minor
Empty cars passing by
Empty roads still ahead
Home is there where they are welcome
But it's never there where they are bound
And the road goes ever on and on
Camps are homes only for the tired
The restless move on, the others follow
Their next camp may be in heaven
Have you thought that they are vagabonds by their own will?
That they wish their home to be on the road?
How many homes you have left behind?
How many loved ones you have buried?
To always have to lose (alone)
how does it feel like? (alone)
To jump into a stream (alone)
and see where it takes (alone)
This epic tragedy
Will it never end?
Under the same sun
passing by our homes
their journey goes |
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