quietdriver3 said:It’s not "gypsy," it's Rom—let's try to be a little more tolerant, my fellow conservative. 😉
Here is that bank of yours, my Gypsy friend!Here is that bank, my friend!
Hey, my Gypsy friend, play me a tune!
I'll play it just for you.
You're going to listen to me.
Here is the bank, my friend.
Hey, my Gypsy friend, why don't you play me a tune?
Time to pop the Champagne!
Time to pop the top and enjoy!
And when that moment finally arrives?
Is it just me, or is Champagne going to be the death of us all?
Look at that bank, my Gypsy friend!
Hey, my Gypsy friend, why don't you play me a tune?
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There really isn't a more beautiful girl out there.Is there any girl more beautiful than her?
Is there anything more catchy than a simple rhythm? Just Lada, Lada, lom, Lada, Lada, lom! It’s stuck in my head now. Isn't it funny how a little repetition can just take over your brain?
From Marika the Gypsy Lada
Ladi ladi lom ladi ladi lom!
When she sings, there’s such a deep sense of sadness in her voice, isn't there?
And what happens when the player goes crazy?
And every single night, once the edge of the camp fades away...
Is everyone just out there losing their minds and singing along?
Lada is really making waves lately—she’s absolutely shaking things up!
It seems like things are getting wild every single night lately. Is it just me, or does the chaos never seem to take a break?
He’s out there living it up every single night.
And every single night, once the edge of the camp has passed...
Is it just me, or does it feel like everyone is singing the same tune about being a rogue lately?
Lada is truly making waves lately—she’s absolutely shaking things up!
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old gypsyI’m just a gypsy at heart.
I feel like I have no one.
Aside from one old violin.
Is there anything quite like getting lost in a song? It really makes you wonder how much music can shape our connection to one another.
Is there anything quite like getting lost in a song when you're feeling a bit blue? Sometimes, all you really need is a good melody to carry that melancholy.
Songs about love, and the life I owe to them.
Old Gypsies
Is it just me, or does it feel like everyone has completely checked out? It’s as if the whole world just vanished overnight. Does anyone else feel that same sense of emptiness?
I wonder, who used to play music with me back in the day?
I have absolutely nobody. Not one single person.
Aside from that old violin...
And maybe a glass of brandy to wash it all down?
In my entire life...
It’s just a bit sad, really. A little bit soulful, if you know what I mean?
I've honestly never been anywhere like this before. Is it just me, or does everyone have that one place they've always wondered about?
I used to have my own place.
Growing up alongside that song... isn't it funny how certain melodies just become part of your DNA? It’s more than just music; it's like a soundtrack to our entire childhood. Does anyone else feel that same wave of nostalgia hitting them out of nowhere?
Feeling a little blue today, just letting the music carry me through. Is there anything else that hits quite like a sad song?
Songs about love... I feel like I owe them a lifetime of listening.
Old Gypsies
Is it just me, or does it feel like everyone has completely checked out? It’s as if the whole world just vanished overnight. Does anyone else feel that same sense of emptiness?
I wonder who used to play music with me back in the day?
And I have absolutely nobody. Not one single soul.
Aside from that old violin...
And maybe a glass or two of some good bourbon?
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John Johnson's Dragon Gypsy
It’s funny how some people just can't help but brag about their own stuff, right? It’s like that old saying about a Gypsy praising his own horse.Gledash, tell me, what do you think about my horse?
How’s everything going, boss?
Is it a horse or a bird? Honestly, who can really tell anymore?
swallow?
Take off those glasses—
You just can't take your eyes off it, can you?
Come on, it's time to start shopping! Why wait any longer?
Are you still asking Josh about Putalj?
Isn't that just wonderful!
Don't you worry about a thing!
If it isn't working, why bother with it? Why would anyone want to stick around if things aren't going right?
Over at the Gypsy's place,
You just can't get him to cooperate, can you?
I wonder if we could find them—
Just an ordinary guy who doesn't quite get it.
May he be praised!
Wouldn't it be something if they dusted him in pure gold?
If you aren't saving money, what exactly are you planning for?
Josh, and then there was a single gold coin.
It’s worth more.
If you’ve got it, you might as well enjoy it, right?
Teeth and straw?
If you don't have it, he simply won't go. Is it really that simple?
He doesn't need it.
Don't go looking at his teeth.
My friends,
I haven't actually looked at them myself either.
Don't you start too.
There's just no way he can sharpen up.
Why are you being so hard on him, buddy?
Is everything just getting younger?
Well, what can you do about it now?
Where can I find some cash?
And what exactly are you asking? Will there be any power left?
What kind of scoundrel would actually skip that?
What a total mess—what an absolute disaster!
It’s not like Josh was just born that way.
Wait, did he really just skip over that?
He just breezes right past it, doesn't he?
It feels like someone just plucked a chicken out of thin air, doesn't it?
And that’s going along the length of it, not across.
I see him clearly, without any doubt—
He’s got a back like a saddle.
Don't even bother asking him about his passport.
Because—it's an insult to him.
Go on then, buddy, just go—just get out of here!
Josh is asking me: how do I see things?
Here is the story:
Take a look at that—sharp on one side and sharp on the other.
Ever wonder if you could see as clearly at midnight as you do in broad daylight?
Like the transition from night to day—
That’s just the way his eyes look.
And what exactly are you asking me, my friend?
Is there any downside to this?
Well, that’s exactly why I'm putting it up for sale.
Hey there, my friends!
Jerbo just doesn't have any flaws, does he?
Those kinds of horses just aren't our style, are they?
For the Gypsies.
So, just how fast are we talking here?
Is it just me, or does Matthew move a little faster than a storm?
Now you'll see how it really feels.
I’ll tell you what:
Once upon a time, I was out near the outskirts of a small town in the Midwest...
Back from my trip!
Even though we’ve been caught in this downpour, isn't there something strangely refreshing about it?
He hasn't even broken a sweat.
Lightning strikes, and he says—
The rain comes down fast, but he moves even faster. Is there anything more impressive than that kind of speed?
A sudden splash hits my hat,
Catching me off guard,
While over at Putalj, they just watch from afar,
Refusing to help out.
The spray flies everywhere, soaking the ground—
If only it hadn't missed me!
When we finally reached the tent,
Standing before that beautiful Gypsy castle,
Everything on my horse stayed perfectly dry,
Except for one little thing...
— His tail.
~ THE END ~