I am a gypsy ….
No shelter have I to reside
So, all my own , no strangers in my sight
Beside my life as a citizen
I roam elsewhere as a wandering man
My fate laughs at me from far behind :---
From country to country
Hatred I am ; o’ God I am pained
Kissing the soil of the world
My trifling demand to you
Remember …. It’s my picture
O’ my friend, brothers and poets of the all literature ..
