Loneliness was torturing her soul.
passion seemed to tremble
Play to me beneath the summer moon,
Sigeuner, Sigeuner, Sigeuner.
All I ask of life is just to listen to the
My spirit like a bird on the wing,
Your melodies adoring, soaring.
Call to me with some barbaric tune,
Sigoyna, Sigoyna, Sigoyna.
Now you hold me in your power,
Play to me for just an hour,
Merciful release, promises
Through the gentle throbbing
Music of the plain, music of the wild
and let me to my happiness be
Play to me beneath the summer moon,
Segoina, Segoina, Segoina.
All I ask of life is just to listen
to the songs that you sing.
My spirit like a bird on the wing,
Your melodies adoring, soaring.
Call to me with some Bavaric tune,
Now you hold me in your palm,
Pray to me for just an hour,
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