Mira La Itana Mora

I saw you, dark-skinned gypsy
Walking through the square
Alone in the moon's reflection
With my guitar and singing
And me with my guitar there singing
For you, beautiful
And you start to dance
With grace and joy

Look at the Moorish gypsy
Look, look how she dances
Following the rhythm of the guitar
Following the gypsy and Moorish rhythm

The art that you possess
And your way of dancing
Makes me want to sing
For you, it's in my blood

And in the morning moon
After so many hours with your memory
The art that you possess
And your way of dancing

I saw the dark-skinned gypsy
I saw the dark-skinned woman
Walking through the square
Alone in the moon's reflection
With my guitar and singing

And me with my guitar there singing
For you, beautiful
And you start to dance
With grace and joy

Look at the Moorish gypsy
Look, look how she dances
Following the rhythm of the guitar
Following the gypsy and Moorish rhythm

Look at the Moorish gypsy
Look, look how she dances
Following the rhythm of the guitar
Following the gypsy and Moorish rhythm