Mica ţiganiadă [English translation]

Gypsies pass on the road, the road is full of smoke,

The smoke is full of ashes, fire was burning

Oh tziganes, tziganes, gypsies and gitanes

Without a sky and years, pass on the road.

Gypsiness heaven, heaven that you were

Caravan palace giacardea**

My ill heaven from another place

How dear you're to me, I don't know.

The gypsies pass trough the dust, the dust is blind,

The blind man is a crow giacardea

The night falls over the field the sun is deformed

The tent is bent, fire was burning.

The gypsies are making the fire, the fire is in the middle

Girls with ghioc

And with playing cards, come on cheers, cheers

Come to see your destiny.

Come so I can guess your future the cards talk

And they don't lie to us, giacardea

Queen of diamonds under a indigo sky

So I can tell you where fire was burning

Because lots of years passed since he was gone

With a bear cub on a road

With a piercing and a chain without a dime

To a byzantine fair fire was burning

Zaiafet now a crowd of fiddlers

Only you no way, giacardea

The night would come over the gray ground

But it would make us fall to sleep anyway

Oh but today today the sky is of satin

The sun is in ecstasy

The go by foot to another camp

Camp of starngers

Until you can't see them anymore, until you don't believe them anymore

And they go out of sight

Through green mists, mists of orchards

You see you can't see them anymore

Giacardea, cardea*****

Gialino mura

Gia mura mura

How nice

Giacardea, cardea

Gialino mura

Gia mura mura

How nice

Giacardea, cardea

Gialino mura

Gia mura mura

How nice

Giacardea, cardea

Gialino mura

Gia mura mura

How nice