My gypsy friend
He's a strange guy
A dark face
A blue gaze
He can stay hours
Without a word
Sitting by the stove
In the back of the pub
This guy, a caravan
Is riding in his head
And when it's on its way
It's never stopping
Loads of landscapes
Shine through his eyes
My gypsy friend
He's a strange guy
My gypsy friend
He's no joker
And at our pub
No one understands
Like those guys
He's got a guitar
All caked in dirt
that gets you down
When he starts playing
The old caravan
Races in his head
The card players (1)
Hold still and silent
You feel bad inside
My gypsy friend
He's no joker
My gypsy friend
Left one day
And God only knows where
He's wandering
That guy was a great musician
This I knew for sure
I could feel it
The owner told me
People came for him
A big music-hall
Wanted to hire him
My gypsy friend
He refused the offer
He just shrugged and left
I felt like
I had lost a friend
Although that guy
Never talked to me
Yet he left me
A corner of his caravan
And in my small brain
I got dreams rolling on
His weird music
Stayed in me
When I think of him
I sometimes happen to sing
Bloody gypsy
Who smelled of depression
Your music was actually
Filled with hope