The Vasilkov Mind Gypsy Night

When I read poems of Gods, tangled up in teardrops
She was laying all naked by my side
I came closer, I did touch, but she said: "Babe, not too much"
And she melted in a lonely gypsy night.

You got a lot of things to do and I know I can't stop you
Anyway, I'll push the window open wide
If the wind's your master still, please forget the Bible's will
And love everybody in a gypsy night.

In the land of constant sin where the angels never been
You're the only saint and it looks so right
The next train to that place I'm waiting 'im for days
But he's deeply stuck in a gypsy night.

Someone handed me a bone and I could see you at all
All your secret wishes and your nasty mind
But it's vanished very soon like a shy face of the moon
Could you send me more from a gypsy night?

When you say you're gonna stay and give me your wild clay
I am getting blind from your loving light
Our shadows in the lust make the candles come to dust
Am I happy now in a gypsy night?