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August
The gypsy blood that I carry inside me
Is blended into
a sweet tasting cocktail
In the gypsy blood that I carry inside me
A fire burns
From my hands, directly to the heart
And at early dawn, the soul of a wallflower
Flies overhead, disrupts the tide
Every morning, the soul of a wallflower
And I don't feel it through me
Sooner or later
I will get lost in chains
Once in my life
I need to find inside myself
An August night
My lost soul
That I tossed into the sea
Promised land that belongs to us
Through work, through art
And by the grace of God
Promised land that belongs to us
Who cares
If it is Moor or Christian
If there is enough for both?
In the gypsy blood that I carry inside me
A fire burns
From my hands
Directly to my heart, to my heart...
Once in my life
I need to find inside myself
An August night
My lost soul
That I tossed into the sea
Freda
David Ephraim✕
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