"Our sweet companions-sharing your bunk and your bed"

Our sweet companions—sharing your bunk and your bed

The versts and the versts and the versts and a hunk of your bread

The wheels' endless round

The rivers, streaming to ground   

The road. . .

Oh the heavenly the Gypsy the early dawn light

Remember the breeze in the morning, the steppe silver-bright

Wisps of blue smoke from the rise

And the song of the wise   

Gypsy czar. . .

In the dark midnight, under the ancient trees' shroud

We gave you sons as perfect as night, sons

As poor as the night

And the nightingale chirred   

Your might. . .

We never stopped you, companions for marvelous hours

Poverty's passions, the impoverished meals we shared

The fierce bonfire's glow

And there, on the carpet below,   

Fell stars. . .