A/N.
I shouldn't get the full credit for this.
Zigeunerjunge (German, "Gypsy Boy") is an amazing melody sung by the late Alexandra. I came across this number (listen to it in the media slot), and immediately fell in love with it. I also found out Bollywood has ripped this tune off in one of my erstwhile favorite songs. Ugh.
Anyway, being a German student, I googled a few nouns up and surprisingly, I had the whole meaning down. Always up for musical fun, I tried to fit English words into the tune and make it rhyme. The result- this poem/song.
Hope you enjoy it. I'd suggest watching the song even if you don't know German. You'll get the tadadums and lalas better :p
Cheers, and have a great day ♡
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Gypsy Boy
I was but a child,
When I saw them arrive;
The gypsies, they came to my town,
Tum-tadadadadamtum-tadumtum-tadum
The gypsies; they came to my town.
Their carriages shone; their steeds looked uncombed;
Together they pulled the rein taut;
Tum-tadadadadamtum-tadumtum-tadum
And I felt a pull in my heart.
So I tailed.
From afar.
Come evening, I spied a fire devouring the grass! (La la la)
Around which, the gypsies all gathered and chuckled and danced! (La la la)
Oh, a gypsy boy, a gypsy boy, he sat there and strummed his guitar,
Tum-tadadadadamtum-tadumtum-tadum
I stared at his face, entranced.
And he gave,
Not a glance.
Oh the gypsy boy, the gypsy boy, he sat there and strummed his guitar,
Tum-tadadadadamtum-tadumtum-tadum
The fire then breathed its last.
And I ran
back home fast.
At dawn I awoke; I could not control, my passion to see them again;
Tum-tadadadadamtum-tadumtum-tadum
I pleaded with mother, in vain.
The wagons windblown, the horses uncombed; they pulled me in vice-like embrace,
Tum-tadadadadamtum-tadumtum-tadum
So I stole away to the place.
Stole away,
to the place.
But come evening, I found the gypsies, alas, no more! (La la la )
The place that resounded with laughter lay bare and demure! (La la la )
Oh gypsy boy, my gypsy boy,
Why weren't you and your wagons found?
Tum-tadadadadamtum-tadumtum-tadum
I no longer heard your sound.
And my heart
weighed me down.
Oh gypsy boy, my gypsy boy,
I spent my days asking around;
Tum-tadadadadamtum-tadumtum-tadum
But I never heard your sound.
My first love.
Come and gone.
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