Oh Gypsy, of the sad and passionate air,
you make your violin wail between you fingers.
Play another sweet serenade,
while I listen, pale and in silence
to this tango in the perfumed night,
my heart is chained to another.
Play only for me.
Oh Gypsy violin,
perhaps you'll also think
of a love down there
below a distant sky.
If a painful secret,
causes your hand to tremble,
this tango of love
makes my heart tremble,
oh Gypsy violin.
You who dream of the sweet land of Hungary,
play now with your whole Gypsy soul.
Like you, I want to cry from nostalgia,
recalling the one who abandoned my heart.
Like the song you diffuse through the street,
my passion fades away with the wind.
Play only for me.
Oh Gypsy violin,
perhaps you'll also think
of a love down there
below a distant sky.
If a painful secret,
causes your hand to tremble,
this tango of love
makes my heart tremble,
oh Gypsy violin.
This tango speaks of love
but my love is far away...
play, play for me,
perhaps I'll cry with you
oh Gypsy violin...