The Gipsy friendship

In the grey of the town

The hut’s of the gipsy people

So alone, I the wall of barricades

The little child’s playing in the mud

Cause they borne in the mud

And they live in the mud

And they die in the mud

But nobody does anything

In the grey of the town

But they’re happy

The Gipsy’s have hope in the future

And love in the earth

And so much to give all of us

But at the same time

The little child’s sleeping on the ground

Whit the big rat’s waiting for them

At the same time

And whit the same sun

They sleep on the ground

And nobody does anything

In the grey of the town

                                              Manuel Vaz