L. regardait le pays: et s'il s'était trompé?

Il se rappela ce que la bohémienne lui avait dit, ce soir là:



- The tarot is fate, said the Gypsy Queen

And she beckoned me, to glimpse my future she'd seen



Gypsy to L. - She said, do you see what I see?, be careful to choose

Be careful what you wish for, cause it may come true

When I lay the card down will it turn up the fool?

Will it turn up sorrow?

If it does then you lose



L. to the Gypsy - I'm the lost boy can you help me

Yeah, I'm the lost boy can you help me

?