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SAFE JOURNEY

Leaving from Northern India,

almost 1,000 years ago, for reasons still unknown,

gypsies have traveled the roads of Europe, Egypt, North Africa...

Over the course of this long journey, far beyond the borders of India,

the terms gitan, tzigane, bohemian, gypsy were given...

to the ROM people.

In the desert, the wagon moves along slowly.

It brings me toward my family.

Ask the astrologer why I was destined...

to be married so far away.

I will burn my horoscope

which has exiled me far from those I love.

I want to go back to my family

and run barefoot.

Cover my feet with the leaves of a tree

And my body with a delicate foliage.

The fianc� is handsome.

Like the petals of a marigold.

Beware the evil eye.

You are like the third petal of a green flower.

Protect yourself from the evil eye with an amulet.

I have prepared foods

and fruits from all nations

just for you.

I have placed my bed

in a delicious spot.

How can I sleep

alone without you?

My eyes can see

only you.

Oh my nights.!

Oh my eyes!

The fire that burns inside me

drives my soul crazy.

When I think

of those I love...

who are so far away...

I cry.

Dora Dora, I see your face

when I read the grounds at the bottom of my coffee cup.

Your image

drives me mad with love.

Come see the moon... Come see the moon!

It's not expensive!

Come see the moon!

100 lira for five minutes.

Ceausescu the criminal...

Green leaves, Flowers of the fields

What are the people doing?

They're taking to the streets

Yelling and crying "Freedom!"

Greens leaves. Flowers of the fields. What are the students doing?

They're marching on Bucharest.

Yelling and crying "Sweep away the dictatorship."

Green leaves, A million leaves

On this 22nd day...

Here. The time for life has returned.

To live in freedom

Green leaves, Flowers of the fields...

There in Timisoara...

people are taking to the streets...

Yelling "It's all over for the tyrant!"

What are the men doing?

They're taking out their guns.

They're shooting at people.

Ceausescu hears them.

"Tyrant, you have destroyed Romania."

The whole world hates us...

We're chased...

We're cursed...

Condemned to wandering throughout life.

The mountain is green...

The forest as well.

Fortune takes flight

And then returns again.

The sword of anxiety cuts into our skin.

The world is hypocritical.

The whole world stands against us.

We survive as hounded thieves, but barely a nail have we stolen...

At the foot of a bloodied Jesus.

God have mercy! Deliver us from our trials.

You want me to play music...

for three coins?

At Auschwitz, we die of hunger.

In huge sheds, they imprison us.

At Auschwitz, the kapo is cruel.

We can't find bread anywhere.

Life is so far off...

And death so close.

The black bird wants to tear out my heart.

God has condemned us to wandering.

We have come very far.

One misfortune leads to another.

We have fled from misery and hate.

We go towards Germany...

So never again will we be treated like dogs.

Towards Germany...

We are leaving.

We Gypsies, we're like this, lost sheep.

No one will ever change our way of life.

You, you're a stork...

Who has landed on Earth.

Me, I'm a black bird who has taken flight.

Why does your wicked mouth spit on me?

What harm is it to you...

That my skin is dark... And my hair gypsy black?

Why does your wicked mouth spit on me?

From Isabelle the Catholic...

From Hitler to Franco...

We have been the victims...

Of their wars.

Some evenings...

Like many other evenings...

Some evenings...

I find myself envying...

The respect that you give to your dog.