Take this hand,
gypsy,
tell me even which destiny I shall have,
talk about my love,
I am not scared
because I know that by now
it doesn't belong to me.
Look into my eyes,
gypsy,
you see the gold of his hair.
Tell me if a part of my love returns,
you have to tell me,
this is up to you.
But if it is written
that I'll lose him,
like snow to the sun
a love will dissolve.
Take this hand,
gypsy
But if it is written
that I lose it,
like snow to the sun
a love will melt.
Take this hand,
gypsy,
read even which fate I shall have.
Tell me that he loves me,
give me hope,
just this
counts for me now.