Carmencita

She was called Carmencita
The most beautiful gypsy
More than a dream, a vision
They said she was the gypsy
Most beautiful of the caravan
But she had no heart

The caresses and affection
Lost them along the way
Without ever having known them
She went seeking adventure
Like someone searching
For a lost grain of sand

On a moonlit night
The galloping was heard
Of two horses fleeing
Carmencita, the beautiful grace
Denying her race
Went after a beautiful dream

Only this hurtful song
Gets involved in the dust of the road
Where the caravan passes
Carmencita, Carmencita
If you weren't so beautiful
You would always be a gypsy