Dirt flies

From under the hooves.

Shawl like a shield

Over the face.

Newlyweds, have fun

Without the young!

Eh, carry them out,

Disheveled stallion!

We didn’t have freedom

Under mother and dad,

The whole field for us

Is marital bed!

Full without bread and without wine drunk—

Thus the gypsy wedding does run!

Full is the glass.

Empty is the glass.

Guitar sound, dirt and moon.

To right and to left swings the den.

Gypsy—to knight!

To gypsy—knight!

Hey mister, careful—it burns!

Thus drinks gypsy wedding!

There, on the shawls’

And fur-coats’ heap

There’s ringing and rustling

Of steel and lips.

Ringing of spurs,

Necklaces—in return.

Silk has whistled

Under someone’s hand.

Someone has howled like a wolf,

Someone like a bull is snoring.

Thus sleeps the gypsy wedding.