Zingara

(albertelli - riccardi)

Take this hand,
Gypsy,
Tell me what fate I will have
Speak of my love,
I'm not afraid
Because
I know
That now
It doesn't belong to me.

Look into my eyes,
Gypsy
See the gold in her hair.
Tell me if she returns
Part of my love,
You must say it
This
Is up to you.

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

Take this hand,
Gypsy

(instrumental)

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

Take this hand,
Gypsy,
Read what fate I will have
Tell me she loves me,
Give me hope,
Only this
Matters
Now to me.