THE WANDERING GYPSIES song lyrics
by Joel Sattler based on Baudelaire

based on a translation of BOHÉMIENS EN VOYAGE
from FLEURS DU MAL by Charles Baudelaire


the tribe of little prophets
with fire in their eyes
their young were in their pockets
ferocious appetites
for the ever flowing tits of paradise

the men on foot with knives
shining in the sun
the wagons filled with lives
escaping on the run
surveying skies with disillusioned eyes

gypsies
see the gypsies
see the gypsies
as they pass
gypsies
see the gypsies
see the gypsies
for the gypsies cannot last

the crickets watch them go
and ever louder sing
the grass it greener grows
and bears their suffering
the mother goddess smiles upon the wing

the desert comes in bloom
the water flows from stone
and so avoid the doom
that they so richly own
and so they travel on their way alone

gypsies
see the gypsies
see the gypsies
as they pass
gypsies
see the gypsies
see the gypsies
for the gypsies cannot last

=================