♪♫ EVERYTHING IS APPEARANCES, EVERYTHING IS A GYPSY CHILD... ♫ ♪
♫ ♪ THE TRUTH HURTS ♪ ♫

It is thanks to my now deceased Grandma that my heart ♥
which beats faster for people with a gypsy life.
She sang, when I was very little, an almost impossible song
And in this poem, I'll share a little bit with you how it goes...

Her words may not quite match the original.
But well, this is a message and it says quite a lot!

A message, as I had already understood him as a child,
used to be there, but unfortunately also nowadays,
This has been shown by several news reports.

The song is about a gypsy child and her mother
speaks to her from his own experiences,
She wants to warn and protect her.
Her message is about 'the appearance'
and that few people want and/or be able to take care of 'their kind'.

The words “their kind “may sound a little disrespectful,
but that's really not what it's meant.
No, on the contrary... I mean it positively because I myself very regularly desire the 'free life' as a traveler feels best.

But anyway,
I'm going to wander a little and I'm going to share the lyrics of the song with you first.
It's a shame you can't hear my grandmother sing...
She managed to steal my heart ♥ especially with this song.

Even at a very old age (94 yrs) she still managed to sing it out of full breast and the words were not even able to get through that rotten disease,
called dementia, restrain.

Sometimes she had to look,
But then we helped her get back on track... and it really didn't take long,
then she showed her beautiful, two-part singing.

If my grandmother hadn't sung this song before,
I might never have written this poem.
Gosh, what is life special?
and how beautiful it is to be able to pass on a message.

At this point the lyrics, but how my grandmother sang it, beautiful,
I can still hear her in mind!
And you know... with this writing, this wonderful memory will never be lost!

♪♫ Oh, you see that boy so handsome and so blond;
I'd love to talk to him anyway.
But when I get closer, he turns
and I feel sad and abandoned.
Nowhere a house nowhere a house, gypsy child.
Where is your home? ♫♪

♪♫ It's so beautiful in this friendly place.
Where many lost the art cult.
Oh, mother and mother, come on, don't pull.
I'd love to live here so much.
Everything is appearances, everything is appearances, gypsy child.
The truth hurts. ♫♪

by: a Voice of Thoughts www.angelienahuis.nl
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