A soul wants love or a knife
While distance secretly calls her,
A crazy heart is her evil fate
Road is her house, sky is her roof
Heeey, gypsy girl
Heeey, gypsy girl
Heeey, gypsy girl...
The road, an elf bastard, entices her
And her heart only knows for tempest
Blood on a lip, a flower in the hair
Black roses and sleepless nights