The morning's bright, the road is long We ride all night to the dawn And as we ride, we sing our song Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay And we sing of days not long ago Our fathers buried down below Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay ♪ The trees are green, they shimmy to the breeze They are dancing like us Gypsies Without two feet, two knees So, I say: "My dear brothers, rise up and take a bow To that big brother in the sky, with which always lookin' down, lookin' down" ♪ That's why we fled over hills, away from the meadows His strange arms thicker than syrup Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay So, raise your voices on high The cry of the gypsies as they sing Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
So let us move out from the pious And raise our glasses up out high No, she worships mother moon, a great pearl in the sky ♪ She looks down at us in the light As we dance like sadists who own the night, own the night While there's happiness and rejoicing, can't stay for very long ♪ For another day is soon approaching and we, we will vanish with the dawn Like the leaves blowing in the wind, our wagon Our wagon, our wagon will carry on, carry on