The gipsy shouted, changing his horse:
"With a horse you are living free.
Donít make out of me, me,
With me there is enough me!
Donít let your mood be spoilt groundlessly,
Without gain donít trouble...
I am not suited as an owner
Of people and horses.
Donít discuss with rascals,
Run away from old wivesí advices...
I take an oath that the horse isnít stolen
And that it is of Arabian blood".