Romani Girl

How the young Romani girl spins in her bright dress,
Dancing swiftly , her movements a sweet caress,
Her white hands rise like wings in the air,
As the violin's melody fills everywhere...

Oh, my Romani girl, my Romani girl,
Dancing in your dress so bright,
You dark eyes drove me mad,
Led me into enchanted nights...

A far road awaits me,
I'll leave with a wounded heart,
You'll dance again in the night,
And to another , you'll depart...

Around me, the land is wide,
The sky is blue , and rivers glide...
Days turn to nights, endless in flow,
And those dark eyes haunt me, though..

My path has grown narrow,
Without you, my life feels hollow...
I recall the violin's sweet sound,
And your graceful form, spinning round...

Oh, my Romani girl, my Romani girl,
Dancing in your dress so bright,
I remember your white hands...
Oh, Romani girl,  what have you done to me...

Somewhere, the violin plays,
Someone holds your form in a graceful haze,
Again you spin in a dance so wild,
And to another , you're a dream at night...

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Вольный перевод стихотворения  "Цыганка"
Алла Довлетова