I live in the mud,
Yeah, I’m a Gypsy
If you dream about blood, bud
It runs in my family.
My life is filled with sadness.
I fight, oh yeah, do I fight.
My life is filled with bitterness,
I make my guitar moan at night.
Against society,
I learnt to live though I’m wounded.
I’m wild, but oh, I’m free
Because my strings have sounded.
I can play with my fingers.
Even though I have only three
But I lost the others in a fire.
I can ring my "zaïti".
My name is Django,
Yeah, I’m a Reinhardt.
I’m not a "gadjo"
And I play with my heart.
I’m sitting in the street.
Can’t you hear ? My heart it broke.
My heart skipped a beat,
I’m having a stroke.
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