Romani — текст песни (Mike Rutherford)

There never was a moment I wasnt sure

I would be someone who roamed the world

And when the time was ready and so was i

Get out of here onto the streets

Wholl make everything better, wholl make everything better.



The life that I was living, the great outdoors

Stars up above me everynight, as I lay down my head

Wholl make everything better, wholl make everything better.



Get out of bed I hear them singing all along the way

Youre where you want to be out on the open road again

Aint that peculiar, youre on youre own again

Youre on your own, on your own, I guess you always were.



One day you come to realise youre getting old

No one to share the lonely days, to be together

Wholl make everything better, wholl make everything better.



Get out of bed I hear them singing all along the way

Too late to change it all, the gypsy in your blood has gone

Aint that peculiar, youre on your own again

Youre on your own, on your own, until the very end.