Oi, you there!
Yes, you! Would you mind helping a gal out? I’ve got myself in a bit of pickle, you see. All tied up and all.
What? How’d I get strung up here like this? Hah! That old hag, ugh, she did this. Madam Eva. We Vistani have a code and well, I may have pushed my luck a bit and now I’ve got to pay the piper.
But it’s all ridiculous if you ask me.
What? What I do wrong? Love! That’s it. I fell in love with a Giorgio back in the village. A handsome fella. Handsome, and loaded with money. He spoiled me with riches I’d could only dream of. But it all got old after a while. Anyways, I thought I was being careful. Not to be seen and all. Ha! Who am I kidding!? The Vistani have eyes and ears everywhere. When I returned to the caravan, Madam Eva was waiting for me.
What’s that? Why? Well, that’s because Vistani don’t mingle with Giorgios. That’s the code. We supposed to stick with our own. I violated the code, and such an offense couldn’t go unpunished.
I’ll be out here for days, that is…unless you set me free. What do you say, traveler?
Huh? No, no, no. You wouldn’t cause any trouble. Madam Eva couldn’t be bothered to track down the person that would free me.
Wait! Don’t go! How ’bout I sweeten the deal with a song?
Love can be fickle
And if you are not careful
It will leave you in a pickle