The gypsy girl! On the grass sprinkled with dew frozen,
covered by only the large mantle of the sky,
my mother, rejoicing, brought me to life.
As a young girl, I emulated the goats on the cliffs,
when I grew up, I danced through towns and cities,
and many ladies extended their palms to me.
Ah! The gypsy girl.
I would predict for them the things not noticed,
some I made sad, some I made happy,
Secrets I knew of anger, of love.
But one day the hand of a page was offered to me.
I had never seen such an attractive , handsome boy;
Oh! If only he, like a gypsy,
would read the future of my heart from my right hand!