DO NOT CRY, YOU RUMANIAN

 Do not cry, you Rumanian, with your empty head
full of grief and your drooping eyes stop 
shaking your head like a jackass
now up, now down
The Devil takes care of you,
he will find in the shit you are in
a large piece of gold, probably
the golden helmet of a Gepid king
he will give it to you, you will smile
and this will bring you luck
all the gypsies will sing and dance
madly, and all of this
will happen, Rumanian, at the time
of mercy, so make yourself brothers with the Devil.