good luck with that one, Romany Man.... the authorities don't like people who they can't control... the countries vary but, sadly, the attitude is the same.... 'save us from the nomads'

here's a song I wrote a few years back, the words were published in a small book of poetry called 'Kanadake Romani Mirikle' (Canadian Romany Pearls) It was an honour to be included with Yanko, Lolo, Amdi, Hedina, Nina, Julia Lovell and others....

O DROM SI BARO

Searching for familiar faces in the strangeness of bitter places
The hard-hearted traffic wears the Roma really down
He was dealt a pair of aces and a joker wearing braces
The crippled hands of time are reaching for his crown,
Talking with unseen forces on imaginary horses
Straining at a caravan that wears a broken wheel
His songs are tracing courses back to long forgotten sources
Carried on a moody breeze across the smoking fields

The road is long, it goes far
We don't know where we're going, but we do know where we are
We have a destination beyond the dusty wind
We'll know when we get there, it'll remind us of where we've been

On the sidewalk of a cemetery where all the residents are sedentary
He stoops low for a moment to pick up a half-smoked butt
It'll help to feed an addiction, take some edge off the friction
Of a broken wheel turning, churning ashes in the ruts

La route est longue, elle va loin
On sait pas ou est qu'on va d'ici sur notre chemin
La reponse de dematin reste a l'autre bord d'une mirage
Notre destination, c'est dans le voyage

O drom si baro, hai zhal dur
Si amen tan tay zhas
Hai amay zhanas, kana aresas
Serel omen o tan katar tradillium

We'll know when we get there...it'll remind us of the place we left