Текст песни Нотр Дам де Пари - 05.Дочь цыган

Phoebus
Who are you, a wonderful child?
Who, how do you and I?
As fate has thrown
Bird of paradise here?
Esmeralda
Once upon a time I heard,
What's in Andalusia, in the mountains
Roams all my relatives
Riding the horses stolen,
There, in Andalusia, in the mountains.
My country is now - Paris
I like it came from.
And as for myself, I only know,
What I once was born
There, in Andalusia, in the mountains!
Daughter Roma - I do not remember their homeland.
Daughter Roma - dear to me all relatives.
The daughter of the Roma, the daughter of the Gypsies - I sing in any language.
The daughter of the Roma, the daughter of the Gypsies - I can read on the arm.
Give me a hand, I'll tell you,
Who are you from, where did you
And in life you go
Destined.
But my hand you do not touch,
Do not ask me to tell fortunes on it:
I read his hand
Not given.
Let it go
My fate
From a distance, predicts trouble -
Let it go!
I always
Flying where
The soul wants!
Daughter Roma - my hands - two of free wings!
The daughter of the Roma - a hot wind in my blood!
The daughter of the Roma, the daughter of the Gypsies - my song is always fun!
The daughter of the Roma, the daughter of the Gypsies - always my song of love!
My songs are always about love ...