Translation:
Love is a rebellious bird
that nobody can tame,
and you call him quite in vain
if it suits him not to come.
Nothing helps, neither threat nor prayer.
One man talks well, the other's mum;
it's the other one that I prefer.
He's silent but I like his looks.
Love! Love! Love! Love!
Love is a gypsy's child,
it has never,
ever, known a law;
love me not,
then I love you;
if I love you,
you'd best beware! etc.
The bird you thought you had
caught
beat its wings and flew away
...
love stays away, you wait and wait;
when least expected, there it is!
All around you, swift, so swift,
i
t comes, it goes, and then returns
...
you think you hold it fast,
it flees
you think you're free,
it holds you fast.
Love! Love! Love! Love!
Love is a gypsy's child,
it has never,
ever, known a law;
love me not,
then I love you;
if I love you,
you'd best beware!