Back to MySelf

Keeping back a centre of life.
Looking for people that have care only,
far from brutality and selfishness.
The sound of wind and the smell of the sea.
The heat of the sun all the year long,
burning in summertime, hugging in the winter.

Jump in the uncertainty train,
regretting all the time having done it.
Rowing against the current, inventing my own flow.
It’s not a prayer, it must be a vow!

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Tutti Frutti

Lyrics (gypsy):

Tutti frutti te khelas
te khelas te giľavas
te khelas te giľavas
le romenca demadjas

Tutti frutti te khelas
te khelas te giľavas
te khelas te giľavas
e Romencar te pagjas

Chi zhanav so te kerav
pala late me merav (4x)

Sa o Roma Daje kelenav
sa o Roma Daje on pijelav (2x)

Chi zhanav so te kerav
pala late me merav (4x)

Kako Uvil to pamato, a man Marga korkoro.
A garavla kaj geli, tilatari za vogi. (3x)

Chi zhanav so te kerav
pala late me merav (4x)

Translation (English):

With tutti frutti soft drink
we’re dancing and singing
and living it up we’ll smash the bottles.

I don’t know, what can i do? I’ll die anyway.

All the Roma, mother, are dancing,
all the Roma, mother, are drinking

Uncle Uvil is “lid drunk”.
His wife Marga is afraid because she thinks he’ll go off
with someone else.