For my hands, golden rings
For my fancies, coins
And to show my body off
Embroidered shawls, silken dresses
If I asked for the moon, he would give me the moon
It’s not in vain my non-gipsy has seen
More money than a sultan owns
I envy your luck,
Some women tell when they see how good I look
Poor them, they don’t know the envy
They make me feel
Mary of the O, how miserable
You are, gipsy woman, even having it all
You want to laugh and even your sweet eyes
Are black from suffering so much
Cursed money, it’s just because of it
You left the gipsy that was your love
Punishment of God, punishment of God
That is the cross you are carrying
Mary of the O
For his thirst I was water
For his cold, a candle
And for his gipsy Christ
A heaven of love with moon and stars.
A love like ours
There are not two in the world
Cursed money, that this way, from his side,
Made me go away
You will be more than a queen
The non-gipsy told me and I believed him
My life and my gold
I would give away now to be what I was
Mary of the O, how miserable
You are, gipsy woman, even having it all
You want to laugh and even your sweet eyes
Are black from suffering so much
Cursed money, it’s just because of it
You left the gipsy that was your love
Punishment of God, punishment of God
That is the cross you are carrying
Ay, ay, ay,
Mary of the O