If I want my gypsy life,
My solitary dream
It does require a sacrifice,
More than I can exprime.

Car dans ma vie bohémienne,
Je dois me tenir seule
Même si mes sentiments m’amènent
À vouloir être en deux.

Je sais que dans ce jeu de rime
Je râte ; quand-même, j’essais
Car sûr mon cœur tes yeux s’impriment :
La lumière that day.

The candlelight that twirled and danced
And lit up eyes and hair
As deep inside something woke, pranced
And breathed a fresh, new air.

This was something I'd never had:
Un sentiment profond
Regretfully I leave, though sad;
Mais l'route gitane, c'est longue !

sometime i wanna hide
sometime i wanna run away
from all
feelings are so small, tiny
what is the way i should go
i don't know
i think i'm not too bad to others
when i talk about tomorrow
i don't know, what will happen?
The nature of the life have
no warranty, not sure
people say,
no aim no life
i have ambition
i try, i fail
sometime i success in small step
i can't care myself to control
at the route of success...
what future, come quick
i wanna die normally ...
my thoughts are so stupid