Gitana

Walking down the street
Along with my loneliness
I'm searching among the people for her gaze
And suddenly in my path
Appears a woman
Who tells me, excuse me sir, let me
Guess your fate
Gypsy

I appreciate your good intention
If you notice, my heart is broken
And nobody can change my luck
Gypsy

Since the day she left me
My skin is dying of thirst
Because I lack the moisture of her little mouth
And even if you give me hope
That she will come back
I won't believe your lies
I prefer my bad luck
Gypsy

I appreciate your good intention
If you notice, my heart is broken
And nobody can change my luck
Gypsy

Since the day she left me
My skin is dying of thirst
Because I lack the moisture of her little mouth
And even if you give me hope
That she will come back
I won't believe your lies
I prefer my bad luck
Gypsy