My great grand uncle story:
You cannot marry a gypsy,
She is too dark.
Old father hiting table very hard.
The gypsy, young pretty girl,
Sadly smile:
You will be fine, you will be fine.
Days and night,
Against father's will
Hiding in forest, each other to see.
One time, the girl was afraid:
The war is coming,
I will never see you again,
Wear my bracelet,
I got it at birth, sorry, I have nothing more to give.
The young man was laughing:
Why, who would dare to attack us?
You will leave me forever,-
She was mixing old cards.
Next week, the war,
Four years, fire, smoke, dirt and ice.
The young gypsy is always, forever,
Beautiful and young.
The man returned home, after four years,
Medals couldn't count,
Brave face:
Where is she father?
Sorry, my son.
That winter was very hard.
