Mi Gitana (The Gypsy's Wife)

Oh oh my gypsy, where could you be?
It's all just whispers, it can't be true
But that guy you're dancing with so passionately
His arms like targets all around you

Oh my gypsy, where could you be?

Now knives are shining in less than a heartbeat
A ghost separates them with its satin sheen
My body is the light that cries out, my body is the end
I fall wounded to the side, I cling to the stand

Oh my gypsy, where could you be?

I don't want doves, send me the hawk
This is the end of the world, the flood, the big blackout
And men and women begging for mercy
But for you, who separates them, there will be no forgiveness

Oh my gypsy, where could you be?