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Daily on vacation, we remove

clothes at a leisurely rate.

It’s slow to unfurl

a sari… you Indian, wait.

An improvised visit to Japan.

A tea and a kimono surprise.

Madam Butterfly undresses,

narrowing her large eyes.

Women in the Emirates wear

sacks with slits to see us.

They also inspire passion —

no time to finish her namaz.

Blessed is Gauguin, who gave

the idea – a Tahiti savage

in the only loincloth. I feast

my eyes, preparing to ravage.

“Long Road Ahead!” “Eh, Once!”

“Ai Da Nu – Da Dai!”

in the soul, they live and whisper:

“Poet-spinner, you catch.”

“Coachman, Hold Your Horses,”

“Tiny brook” are written. Trouble!

I fall in a thoughtful mood —

what will the bait spin?

Gypsy songs, chavela,

still own their fisheries —

heady, free humor,

eh, its width and breadth.

Dance lovely, sing —

“deceptive speech” is served.

It is worth nothing

to the rich man of cordial words.

1. Till daybreak

Beware of a Gipsy gaze,

don’t trust – or I’ll bewitch,

plunge a dagger of love

in your heart, give a twitch.

Chorus:

A tari-tari-tari,

a tari-ta,

tari-tari-tari,

tari-ta.

Dare for an infernal night,

I, witch in a flash,

will shower kisses on you,

make you tight, refresh.

Chorus

You want to be in pain,

I’ll torture, conceal in my hair.

Bestow your ring, and ah! —

till dawn is Gipsy care.

Chorus

If needles of passion itch,

torment your soul, call

to burn in breasts, if yes,

a fire won’t be small.

Chorus

2. Friday

Happen to love a Gipsy,

I want a horse to mount.

Life – a new penny —

turns to good account.

Disordered, life suddenly

is flooded with joy,

cheerless dismal days

become full-blooded.

I’ll give a Gipsy band

and myself beside

to drink – let us sing

about liberty and pride.

A ring rolls on and on

because you know it’s Friday,

rolls on, and on, and on —

today is Happy Friday.

Take a sip of beauty —

here’s your wit’s end.

Intend to love a Gipsy?

Have the fortune to spend.

All my might is vanishing

but I want as much again,

all the night is vanishing

but I want as much again.

3. Gitana’s love

Gitana will not tolerate

betrayal, will beg a dagger

help to end the harm

when I prefer to die.

Chorus:

He deceived our fortune,

gypsy happiness heat,

took the wings from the crane,

how to fly without wings.

He broke fidelity archly,

got underneath the pledge.

It’s okay if fate blackens,

treachery steals my force.

Chorus

Farewell, you wanderers.

No joy in the tune of strings,

songs, and wild dancing.

Don’t forget gitana’s song.

Chorus

4. A night-anguish

A nymph – ripe raspberry,

mermaid’s blue eyes,

charming power of beauty —

withered him all, captivated.

Unrequited love is poison,

a baneful toxin, elderberry,

torture of a river ghost,

guilt without slough of sin.

Romá reiterate him, “Leave,

forget your reckless passion.”

Just a mockery is the advice,

better not to be alive.

He thinks of a savage revenge

to her, haughty-arrogant —

can’t see the blue-eyed —

better not to be alive.

At sullen nights, he, proud,

feels unwell, can’t sleep,

he’d better dive, not out,

in a potent mass of depth.

His beauty-raspberry-mermaid-

river blue will embrace.

Oh river, oh night-anguish,

oh night, oh gloomy night.

5. “The long road and moonlit night”

Horses zealous! Horses fiery!

Wedding noisy! Eyebrow arched!

Stately Roma Yanko-boy

rules the fierce, fondles Lala!

Strong gallop, open expanse!

The feast of the soul and nightingales!

Skillful impudence, passion carefree,

purple young temper trifles!

Endless happiness multiplies delights —

hey, rapid, hey, come on.

Pleasant, vivid moment boundless,

the long-awaited fighting chance.

Illness-ailment, get out of here,

go away, hey, cheater stress.

Bold courage, strength unlimited,

harmony, songs, volition for life.

Good luck, be friendly, brave,

you, the groom, so wonderful,

you, the bride, dazzling glorious.

Sing “The Long Road” to them:

“On the long road and the night moonlit,

with the song that’s flying, ringing far-off,

Yes, with that old seven-stringed one,

that had tormented me so much at nights.”

A black hole absorbs,

a plague is out of the blue,

or lava heats forever,

a glacier covers the Earth,

a dumb comet splits it,

or radiation widely spreads,

a global flood or warming

strikes – only they

will bring our love to a stand.

The only moment of doomsday

will dim your lovely name,

THAT only moment.

A poppy valley’s

red,

the sun glow’s

orange,

a wheat field’s

yellow,

far off woods’

green,

a gift of the sky’s

blue,

a cornflower secret’s

dark blue,

a lark silhouette’s

purple

create a rainbow,

glare

as a crown

above your head.

So many virtues

of your fiery temper

call for gratitude

and reciprocal feelings,

that I got confused

in front of you.

Only your love

as a guiding star

helped me overcome

awkwardness

and say thanks to your

unfailing love,

well, to you because

you and love were one.

A waltz of lilacs,

a longing of cane,

a haze of cherries

twine into the cool

of the evening,

coloring my wait

into turquoise.

I wish you’d come

sooner…

Away from the cradle,

you stretched your hands

still emitting an odor

of our little one,

dragged me away

into the recliner,

and through inertia

began rocking to sleep.

We fell asleep

hugging like this,

heart to heart.

Not an artist,

you painted weekdays

in light oils.

Not a designer,

you compelled workdays

look stylishly.

Not a sorcerer,

you amused workaday

life with festivities.

Your ego knows

when to put on clothes

of days, nights, legends,

nations, centuries, mountains,

lagoons and jungles.

Your always beautiful face

interlaces the music of your

ego into diverse smiles.

So, no surprisingly

your laughter sounds peculiar

whenever it flows

in unison with a speeding dance

in a Greek tavern,

a spirited song

in an Indian movie,

a skilled warbling

of a nightingale at dawn,

a joyous thrill

of prairie at noon,

your multi-color melodies.

My tall ship,

having had escaped

the island of Calypso,

collided with