Play, Gypsy!

; Verse 1
When gypsy hands began to tune his guitar,
The grand salon fell quiet, lost in trance.
With a dark-eyed lady shining like a star,
They softly slipped into a burning romance.

The violin joined in with dreamy sighs,
Two guitars answered, picking sweet and slow.
The room ignited — feet began to fly,
As rose the gypsy choir’s crimson flow.

; Chorus
[Loud gypsy choir]
Play, gypsy, play! Let your guitar ring!
Erase our tears, let joy be everything.
Let’s sing that old, wild melody,
Of reckless love and sweet insanity.

; Verse 2
Aunties, bold, with legs kicked to the sky,
Shook their shoulders, silk and lace revealed.
And Uncle, throwing rubles up so high,
Yelled, “There's some gypsy in me — it's real!”

No fights, no grudges, no regrets remain,
The song has swept all bitterness away.
Who could hold hate inside a beating vein,
When gypsy voices make the soul obey?

; Chorus 2
[Loud gypsy choir]
Strum, guitar, and cry, oh melody!
Though love may fade, the song will always be.
In fire, rhythm, and delight,
Our hearts remember gypsy night.

[Outro]
[End]