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 Blends the gypsies' mournful singing

Here and there, within the shadows,

Gypsies' reddish cloaks are gathered,

Near the fires sit the women,

While the men sit, freely scattered

On the boulders, partly dreaming:

Time to time their heads go nodding

To the tune ... then weave more fancies.

Motley camp around the fire,

But where is our Satanella?

'neath the ruins in the valley,

In the mountain guarded recess,

Sheltered by a bush of roses

Hangs Madonna's holy picture,

Relic of the days this cloister

For unfortunates was shelter

And a wanderers' oasis.

Age-worn rock before the picture,

On the rock the happy lover,

Roderigo in a dark cloak.

In his arms is Satanella

Softly upward at him smiling

As the Evening Star in heaven,

As Madonna in the picture.