sing me a sad song, the kind the manouche moan,

the kind the folk tales told

the kind that hits you in the heart and you hear with the soul

of the never ending struggle for the freedom to sing

such a sad sad song in this cold numb world.

sing me of worlds to numerous to mention

the kind that make you believe,

the kind that exists in the dorian mode,

worlds where we exist.

sing me a triumphant song of long long ago

when the leaders learnt the true lesson

of what it’s like to take another’s country, for absolutely no end.