Os Meus Irmões Baterem-me

Aaaaaah

And then my brothers from France came
And all of them throwing stones at me
And chasing me in caravans
To beat me on purpose
Because I was a gypsy who didn't do things right

Aaaaaah

And it will be a disgrace for the whole gypsy race
And my cousins making fun of me when I walk on the street
And then throwing stones at me
And hurting my nephews
And my brothers and my dogs

Aaaaaaah,
Aaaaaahh, I'm such a gypsy.

And then my uncles and my cousins come
Armed with shotguns and slingshots
And throwing stones at me
And all my cousins beating me
And hitting my head against the puddles
And it will be a shame for the whole gypsy race

Aaaaaaah
Why do my brothers beat me?

Olé!