Suddenly a type of gypsyish feeling comes over me
a wandering cart, violin, and melodies in my imagination
to wander from city to city and to sing
a wailing violin that shakes the heart strings
and it's really inside my soul
Like a gypsy i wander the world
and the whole world is my home
like a gypsy i wander the world
and the songs are in my soul
la, la, la...
Suddenly a type of wandering feeling comes over me
to sing to men, to women, to sing to children
to take in soil and red sun
to be like a gypsy, simply as i am
because it's really inside my soul
Like a gypsy...