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Let go the steamer ,
Raise the sails,
Give the boy freedom
For beautiful eyes .

And you sat and dreamed
In the open window ,
And all in tattered rags
By writing a gypsy came .

Came up and asked her hand
- Give me your hand to tell fortunes ,
All that was , all that is
I 'll be able to predict.

And in your heart the mystery -
Do you love a guy ,
You want to be his wife ,
But you did not come .

He loves beautiful girls ,
Playing cards , drinking wine ,
You go with the anguish of the grave
Him stroller vseravno .

And with the angst and with the sadness
You will go for a walk on the field ,
And rack up a bunch of daisies
And thou shalt be to them guessing :

- Loves - does not like !
No, you do not love me!
Gypsy foretold the truth ,
She says its true !

Burning the candle wax ,
Coffin lined with red velvet ,
Wept all her relatives ,
And in that coffin girl sleeps.
And before the coffin on his knees
It was a young boy :
& quot; I did not know that you are loved ,
Wanted to be my wife ! & Quot;

- Loves - does not like !
No, you do not love me!
Gypsy foretold the truth ,
She says its true !

When the coffin lowered into the grave ,
The sun was setting over the Earth ,
And the park over the avenue
Hung young boy ...

- Loves - does not like !
No, you do not love me!
Gypsy foretold the truth ,
She says its true !