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.