Gitana canastera

CHORUS
I am a basket maker, a gypsy basket maker
Flamenco like the blood that runs through my veins

My mother was born flamenco, and my father was born flamenco
And since I am their daughter
I was also born flamenco, and the boy I fell in love with had to be too
It's the blood of my people, it can't be lost

2 CHORUSES

My mother put on a dress and a jasmine bun
Because my gypsy says he will ask for me tonight
I will give him my handkerchief, my honor, my heart
The customs of my people are my tradition

4 CHORUSES

I feel sorry for him
My friend, I don't want to hear you
I know you come to talk to me about him
But I don't want to know about his life
I don't care what he asks for now
He left without reason that day
I forgot him and I don't want to see him

You just have to tell him
Even if it's not worth saying
That it still hurts me
Those days I was by his side
Those years I loved him
And lost without even realizing

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Pity, I only feel sorry for him because he didn't appreciate my love
And now he must pay with tears for that mistake he made one day. (repeat)

This is the eternal custom he has
He never dared to face me
He left that day without explanations
He never had the courage or the word
To look me in the eyes
And even explain why he was leaving

I don't want to hear the lies he tells
Now that she has left him
And he feels very alone and lost
He says he wants to come back to my side
But I'm not anyone's toy
Tell him I have already started to forget him

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My heart cries
Crying, my heart cries for you
That cries and cries my heart for you
That cries and cries my heart for your kisses

On the corner of the street where I live
There is a boy who drives me crazy
Because of him, my soul is always on edge

Crying, my heart cries for you
That cries and cries my heart for you
That cries and cries my heart for your kisses

I know I have lost him forever
I know he will never be mine
I know he feels nothing
But you are like a river
That drags me with its current

I will live my whole life in love
With that boy who for me
Who for me feels nothing
I will live my whole life with the memory
Of lips that left
Their poison on mine

Crying, my heart cries for you
That cries and cries my heart for you
That cries and cries my heart for your kisses