If at midnight you hear from the southeast
When a herd of horses gallops in a field
Close your eyes and the gentle southwest wind
brings you in the middle of weddings of encampment
There's a bride, the darkest of the dark ones,
just about to get a crown of flowers on her hair
And that's when the oddest miracle happens
The bride wants you to be her fiancé
Is there still wild horses
And is somewhere there still a gypsy woman singing and dancing
The freedom can capture even a lord of a mansion
Is there still a sound of quitar around a evening fire
Don't escape the black ecstasy of freedom
The whole effervescent night of the autumn colours is joining in
Don't kill your angel's innest soul
Don't pull the cruelest knife into the beating heart
Is there still wild horses
And is somewhere there still a gypsy woman singing and dancing
The freedom can capture even a lord of a mansion
Is there still sound of a quitar around a evening fire
Is there still wild horses
And is somewhere there still a gypsy woman singing and dancing
The freedom can capture even a lord of a mansion
Is there still sound of a quitar around a evening fire
Is there still wild horses
And is somewhere there still a gypsy woman singing and dancing
The freedom can capture even a lord of a mansion
Is there still sound of a quitar around a evening fire