Almarita

They may be the crazy ones from Nevers or Seville
Bracelets dancing, earrings smiling
In a gypsy dress, a gypsy that one meets
On a makeshift stage, a story that is told
The music is her and the party makes its entrance

Almarita dances, sings for the gypsies
And may your heart fly in the wind, your soul in a caravan
Almarita dances, sings for the gypsies
And may your heart fly in the wind, your soul...
...in a caravan

They sing for all the springs
So much life and these hard times
But they cannot stay there
The gypsy soul only passes by
They commit suicide a hundred times a day
To say 'we do not sell Algeria or love
These things do not grow back'
The music is her and the party makes its entrance

Almarita dances, sings for the gypsies
And may your heart fly in the wind, your soul in a caravan (x2)

They bear marks of travel
And know very well how to make us believe it
Just by watching them dance
Don't try to understand, just go with it
Neither a sailor's wife, nor a whore
I know they will leave
The joys of people in one hand
And a suitcase full of songs
Where my music is her and the party makes its entrance

Almarita dances, sings for the gypsies
And may your heart fly in the wind, your soul in a caravan (x2)

Some work like crazy
To afford nails
To nail on their life's pages
But death comes without luggage
I want nothing of all that
Empty pockets and a heart full of love
That a gypsy left me
The music is her and the party makes its entrance

Almarita dances, sings for the gypsies
And may your heart fly in the wind, your soul in a caravan...