Zíngara

Take my hand, Gypsy,
tell me soon what fate you see,
talk to me about love,
I've got no fears,
because I already know she’s not mine.

Look into my eyes, Gypsy,
if you see the color of her hair,
tell me if it’s golden, or if it’s changed
and you know why that is.
And if it’s written that I’ll lose her,
tell me please, why does her love fade away?

Take my hand, Gypsy.
Music.
Tell me that she loves me, give me hope,
that’s enough for me to be happy.
And if it’s written that I’ll lose her,
tell me please, why does her love fade away?

Take my hand, Gypsy,
tell me soon what fate you see,
tell me that she loves me,
give me hope,
that’s enough for me to be happy.