Broken Doll (Song of Papusza)

The poet in your soul
The gypsy life made bold
A thousand songs retold
Of life among the wild and free
Cast out on your own
Cast out in the cold
Your people’s lives laid bare
The whispers filled the air
You lived without a care
Until the world had known your name
Cast out on your own
Cast out in the cold
Cast out, left alone
Outcast, broken doll
Oh, how your songs took flight
Their wings enrobed the night
And spoke of sweet delights
Of nature in her purest form
The ink upon the page
Papusza’s soul displayed
Your people showed their rage
And cast you out for ever more