From somewhere far away
A timbrel can be heard.
Down a river of moonlight
Gypsies are coming.
From somewhere far away.
(Ref.)
There's a sparkle in my eye,
Is this reality, or a dream?
Give me a timbrel,
There's a song bursting forth inside me.
Torches are burning,
There is fire in the people,
Dewy tulips lie upon my chest.
Torches are burning.
If I die now,
Buy a timbrel.
Play to me softly,
But don't remember me.
If I die now.