I don't remember what they call a Gypsy,
But I know I'm satisfied and healthy.
I don't have to be the same as you.
I can live without food or money,
And I sleep without a bed.
Whatever they call normal
Whatever they call happy or immoral
Don't tell me how to work and
I won't tell you how to play.
Don't tell me what to do, because
You can't help me anyway.
Just like a fool,
I have my own paradise.
© 1996 World Beat Records
Translation by Ni Jun, Mei Sui, and Simone Wan