My Talisman

       Tell me, tell my fortune, black-eyed gipsy,
       For the king of clubs in fatal card'.
       You can tell me hard or tell me sweetie
       But I beg you leave my wings apart.

       Tell about long journeys in a future,
       Which will lead across the one great sea.
       But don't take me out like a butcher,
       Leave my god, my talisman with me.

       Chorus:
       Leave with me, leave my talisman there,
       Close to my calmless heart, that is my face!
       Let the fate take me off to the long place
       But I'll have it with me anywhere.

       So the gipsy told me my sad story
       And she closed my king by trumping ace.
       - Oh, I'm sorry, poor one, I'm sorry,-
       You will have no money and no place.

       If you wanna choose the endless highways.
       Well, you have to go away - so long!
       Try to pray to any kind of idols,
       But you shouldn't leave your hearty song.

       Chorus.