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Let the parachute go
Raise the sails
Give the boy freedom
For beautiful eyes
And you sat and dreamed at the open window
The tattered cymbals came up to you in tattered rags
She came up and asked for a hand: "Give me a hand to tell fortunes
All that was, all that will be, I will be able to predict
And in your heart a secret you love one guy
You want to become his wife but you are not destined
He loves beautiful girls, plays cards, drinks wine
You will go to the grave with that yearning, he - the tramp is all the same
And with that yearning and that sadness you’ll go walking in the field,
And pick up a bouquet of daisies, and you will begin to guess them

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Loves, does not love, no, do not love me
Gypsy guessed the truth, she is true to her words
Loves, does not love, no, do not love me
Gypsy guessed the truth, she
true to her

Wax candles burned, coffin covered with red velvet
All her relatives were crying, and in that coffin the girl is sleeping
And in front of the coffin a young man was kneeling
I didn’t know what you loved, I wanted to become my wife

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When the coffin was lowered into the grave, the sun was setting above the ground
And in front of the park above the alley hung a young man

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