La fiesta bohémienne [English translation]

The horses are heard

ringing the bells.

The pretty gipsies

are off to the party

And in the night that's beginning

the drums and the banjos

which will beat the rythm

of a whirlwind of fading finery.

It's the gipsy party,

the Romany, the Didicoi

be they from Spain or from Vienna

they go singing along the road.

Ah, let everyone remember

the warmth of their blood.

it's the gipsy party,

it's the Romany's party.

In the woods, in the hills

the echos are heard.

For the eyes of a handsome lad,

Gipsy girl, you heart beats.

Take care, your rival

is making eyes at him too.

But it's with you, beyond compare,

that one night he fell madly in love.

It's the gipsy party,

the Romany, the Didicoi

be they from Spain or from Vienna

they go singing along the road.

It's the gipsy party,

the Romany, the Didicoi

be they from Spain or from Vienna

they go singing along the road.

It's the gipsy party,

the Romany, the Didicoi.