Και μια και αναφερθήκαμε "στον κουμπάρο και την κουμπάρα" και σήμερα είναι ημέρα Κοέν εδώ:
The Gypsy's Wife
And where, where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?
I've heard all the wild reports, they can't be right.
But whose head is this she's dancing with on the threshing floor
whose darkness deepens in her arms a little more.
And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?
Where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?
Ah the silver knives are flashing in that tired old café,
a ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee.
She says, "My body is the light", she says "my body is the way."
I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride's bouquet.
And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?...
It’s too early for the rainbow, too early for the dove.
These are your final days, this is the darkness, this is the flood.
And there is no man, there is no woman who can't be touched,
but you who come between them you will surely be judged.
And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?...
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