The musician gypsies came
and nested in my soul
and as you cut a bud here
and there some grass or leaf
and join them harmoniously
to make a tightly arranged
wreath, glory to the flower
arranger, thus from all
the sounds around me and
from the songs of my kin they
have placed my music onto
my violin like no other man.
And all other gypsies listened to
the songs, sounds and games
from all the violins of gypsies
slowly and timidly echoing
they revelled as if intoxicated
and they danced and celebrated
with those violins the sounds
of which they loved to absorb
but soon as they listened to my
prophetic song, my new flowery
creations they got excited and
they became very angry.
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