Time and love. The novel in verse. George Pospelow

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      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.”