(Verse 1) Born in the swirl of a nebula’s song, We ride the solar winds where the wild stars belong. Strings of pure starlight, drums made of time, We dance through the void on a rhythm sublime. No maps and no borders, just melody’s call, Mystical travelers answering it all. (Chorus) We’re the Space Gypsies, floating free, Musical spirits of the galaxy. With mystical powers and magical sound, We weave cosmic dreams as we circle around. From pulsar to planet, from black hole to blue, We play for the universe—just me and you. (Verse 2) Our voices can calm a supernova’s rage, Or wake sleeping comets from their icy cage. Fingers of plasma on harp-strings of light, We turn gravity’s pull into pure delight. We barter in ballads, we trade in pure tone, Leaving trails of harmony wherever we’ve gone. (Chorus) We’re the Space Gypsies, floating free, Musical spirits of the galaxy. With mystical powers and magical sound, We weave cosmic dreams as we circle around. From pulsar to planet, from black hole to blue, We play for the universe—just me and you. (Bridge) When the silence grows heavy and the stars feel alone, We open the portals and let the music roam. One chord can open a wormhole of gold, One beat can rewrite the stories untold. We are the wanderers, the keepers of tune, Dancing forever beneath the twin moons. (Final Chorus) We’re the Space Gypsies, forever free, Musical beings of eternity. With mystical powers and magical sound, We light up the darkness wherever we’re found. So listen close, traveler, when the night starts to sing— The Space Gypsies are coming on star-dust wings. (Fade out with echoing cosmic choir…)
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