I
mecht
segn,
wia
da
Summ
in
de
Knia
geht
und
de
fegl
wia
Kometn
promeniern
wia
de
Hitzn
mia
ins
Gnack
fahrt
wia
a
Pracker
- olle
Tag!
A
Zigeina,
a
Zigeina
mecht
i
sein.
Ohne
Haus,
ohne
Stod
und
ohne
Gegend
nur
a
Sprungduach
in
des
was
dea
Himmel
fallt,
Und
Du,
und
Du
warst
mei
oide
- olle
Tag!
A
Zigeina,
a
Zigeina
mecht
i
sein.
Und
da
Regn
und
da
Gatsch
warn
mei
pullowa
und
de
stern,
da
ob,
des
kannst
ma
glaubn,
de
warn
mei
Huat,
mei
leiwanda
Huat,
de
Wiesn
und
de
Baam
de
warn
mei
Schnuaboat
- olle
Tog!
A
Zigeina,
a
Zigeina
mecht
i
sein.
Jaa,
so
a
Zustand
kennt
mi
razn,
weus
mi
so,
a
so
wia's
jetzt
is,
nimma
gfreut,
a
so
wahnsinnig
stiat!
i
wüü
fuat,
ganz
weit
fuat,
laßt's
mi
ongland
in
mein
lebn!
A
Zigeina,
a
Zigeina
mecht
i
sein!
I
want
to
see
how
the
sun
sets
in
the
mountains
and
the
clouds
pass
by
like
comets
as
the
heat
follows
me
like
a
hound
- every
day!
I
want
to
be
a
Gypsy,
a
Gypsy.
Without
a
home,
without
a
city
and
without
a
district
just
a
leap
into
what
the
sky
drops,
and
you,
and
you
would
be
my
old
woman
- every
day!
I
want
to
be
a
Gypsy,
a
Gypsy.
And
the
rain
and
the
mud
would
be
my
pullover
and
the
stars
up
there,
you
can
believe
me,
would
be
my
hat,
my
happy
hat,
the
meadows
and
the
trees
would
be
my
handkerchief
- every
day!
I
want
to
be
a
Gypsy,
a
Gypsy.
Yes,
I
could
really
go
for
a
state
like
that,
because
I'm
so,
in
such
a
way
as
it
is
now,
I
don't
enjoy
it,
it's
so
crazy
stupid!
I
want
to
go
away,
far
away,
let
me
start
over
my
life.
I
want
to
be
a
Gypsy,
a
Gypsy.