Zingara

Take this gypsy hand
Tell me what fate I will have
Speak of my love
I'm not afraid

Beautiful things come with pain
Look into my eyes, gypsy
See the gold in her hair
Tell me if she feels the same
Part of my love
You have to say, this is up to you

But if it's written that
I will lose her
Like snow in the sun it will melt
A love

Take this gypsy hand
But if it's written that
I will lose her
Like snow in the sun it will melt
A love

Take this gypsy hand
Read what fate I will have
Tell me if she loves me
Give me hope
Only this
Now counts for me