I met a fellow gipsy crossing the bridge from the east to the west

He said I lost my memories, they’re stored in a place that vanished my friend

Swept away by the wind, scattered in the ocean of regret

Among the ghostly distant echoes of old poets’ laments

I have no past, no present, no pillow to lay my head

I see my shadow in the sand, I see a man of lead

So remember the olive trees, and the green mountain range

Remember the ecstasy of the first harvest rain

Now it’s turned into dust and fire, and it displaced us too

So let’s stay together, Till the night is through

So let’s stay together, Till the night is through

I met a fellow gipsy crossing the bridge from the east to the west

He said I lost my history, it’s gone with the wave that covered my land

We’re swept away by the wind, two lonely drifters with no address

We find comfort in the echoes of old poets’ laments

We have no past, no present, no pillow to lay our heads

We feel the ground is shaking, don’t know what lies ahead

So remember the olive trees, and the green mountain range

Remember the ecstasy of the first harvest rain

Now it’s turned into dust and fire, and it displaced us too

So let’s stay together, Till the night is through

So let’s stay together, Till the night is through….