Katarína Bujnová en 1930 tu t'es mariée
La Tchécoslovaquie pour la France tu as quitté
Ton mari depuis peu à l'armée
Te retrouvant seule en pays étranger,
Dans un café, tu rencontras 'one Gypsy heart'
Chaque nuit la maison qui t'accueille tu désertes
Plus proche de ton pays tu t'es sentie
Aimée sans doute aussi
Mais la loi des Rroms est ce qu'elle est
De plus mariée tu étais
Le mari un jour est revenu
Ton Gitan, tu ne l'as plus revu
Un enfant de cet amour est né
Aussitôt abandonnée
Elle te retrouvera bien des années plus tard
Mais morte tu étais, ce fut deux ans trop tard.
Elle gagna cependant un frère et une soeur
Nouveaux arrivants si chers à son coeur.
Je ferme les yeux et je ressens... vous êtes mes fantômes, mes racines
Grand-père grand-mère non connus je vous offre ces lignes.
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My ghosts
Katarína Bujnová in 1930, you were married
Czechoslovakia for France you left
Your husband recently to the army,
Finding you alone in a foreign country
In a café you met 'one Bohemian heart'
The house which welcomes you, every night, you leave
Closer to your country you felt
Loved doubtless also
But the law of Rroms is what it is
Furthermore married you were.
The husband one day returned
Your Gypsy, you did not see him again any more
A child of this love was born
Immediately abandoned.
She will find you many years later
But died you were, it was two years too late
She won however a brother and a sister
Newcomers so dear to her heart.
I close my eyes and I feel.... you are my ghosts, my roots.
Grandma and Grandpa not-known, I offer you these lines.
Katarína Bujnová in 1930, you were married
Czechoslovakia for France you left
Your husband recently to the army,
Finding you alone in a foreign country
In a café you met 'one Bohemian heart'
The house which welcomes you, every night, you leave
Closer to your country you felt
Loved doubtless also
But the law of Rroms is what it is
Furthermore married you were.
The husband one day returned
Your Gypsy, you did not see him again any more
A child of this love was born
Immediately abandoned.
She will find you many years later
But died you were, it was two years too late
She won however a brother and a sister
Newcomers so dear to her heart.
I close my eyes and I feel.... you are my ghosts, my roots.
Grandma and Grandpa not-known, I offer you these lines.
Katarína Bujnová-Petráš 1911-1988
Poème © Liz - 03/nov. 2007
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