Gitana

Roots in the soul, not in the ground
Challenging my destiny that awaits me
Wandering steps always new life
My feelings are like coins
With them I buy and sell what I want

And disappointment sometimes is a price
Beautiful by intuition and sometimes just in case
Superstitiously I seek skin
And if by touching it there is the energy that revives me
I surrender completely
Because I'm a gypsy, gypsy, gypsy, gypsy

Deliberately I believe in people
I want to learn secrets from other minds
Mysteries and legends of the night
I don't know what's in the lines of my hand
But by holding them there's a human being
Who knows how to be a friend and supportive

I love solitude, which is not dark and not a matter of luck
I want to trace paths and reach
Taking a high flight is very expensive and yet
I fight eagerly
Because I'm a gypsy, gypsy, gypsy, gypsy

There's nowhere to corner me, I love my freedom
And I'm not afraid
Because I'm a gypsy, gypsy, gypsy, gypsy