Les Tringles des Sistres Tintaient

The jingles of the tinkling sisters
With a metallic shine
And to this strange music
The gypsies would rise
Basque drums kept their pace
And the frenzied guitars
Squeaked under determined hands
Same song, same refrain
Tra, la, la, la

The copper and silver rings
Shone on the tanned skins
Striped with orange or red
The fabrics fluttered in the wind
The dance matched the song
At first hesitant and timid
Then faster and faster
It rose, rose, rose, rose!
Tra, la, la, la

The Bohemians, with all their might
Made a fury with their instruments
And this dazzling uproar
Enchanted the gypsy women
Under the rhythm of the song
Ardent, wild, feverish
They let themselves, intoxicated
Be carried away by the whirlwind!
Tra, la, la, la