La Falsa Monea (Versión Piano)
Gonzalo Benavides
The Fake Coin (Piano Version)
Gypsy, you'll be like the fake coin
That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it
That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it
Arms crossed to not kill her
Eyes closed to not cry
Feared being weak and forgiving her
And opened the doors wide open
Go, wicked woman, go away from me
Rolling just like a curse
May a day come when whoever you love the most
Pays for your desires, pays for your desires
With a wicked betrayal
Gypsy, you'll be like the fake coin
That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it
That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it
He kissed the fine black earrings
That she left behind when she left
And those jet-black hair braids
That he once cut for her
As he was leaving, he didn't even try to see her
Didn't let out a cry, didn't say goodbye
He closed the door and to not call her
He dug his nails
He dug his nails into his heart
Gypsy, you'll be like the fake coin
That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it
That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it
