Out in the fields winds are reeling,
Airy their canter and lazy,
Go on and hide behind bars Lady Freedom,
I’ll steal the bars and My Lady…
Smiles demurely the crescent,
Hiding again in the clouds,
Oh, you can tie my young colt with your lasso,
I’ll steal them both, don’t you doubt!
I’ve been a god and a demon,
I know their ways and their faces,
Build all the fences you want ‘round my dear,
I’ll steal her off with the fences.
Build all the fences you want ‘round my dear,
I’ll steal her off with the fences.
The Romani Song
© Copyright: Маленький Принц, 2023
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