Song of the Young Gypsy

Look: beneath the distant vault of heaven

strolls the free moon;

upon all nature, as it passes,

it pours its radiance equally.

Who will point out a place to it in the sky,

saying: "stop there!"

Who will say to the heart of a young maiden:

"love one; do not change!"

Who will point out a place to it in the sky,

saying: "stop there!"

Who will say to the heart of a young maiden:

"do not change; love one!"