GITANA

In case one day I die
And you read this paper
Know how much I love you
Even if I never see you again

Gypsy, gypsy, gypsy, gypsy
Your hair, your hair, your face, your face

I know you were never mine
Nor have been or are
But from my heart
You have a little piece, you have, you have, you have, you have

Because you know I love you
Don't try to praise me
Because just as I love you
I am capable of hating you

And I'm jealous of the wind because it caresses your skin
Of the Moon because it watches you
Of the Sun because it warms
I'm jealous of the water and the little comb that combs your hair

And with jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
My heart burns, it burns
And with jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
My heart burns, it burns

Words are made of air
And go into the air
My tears are water
And go to the sea
When a love is forgotten
You know, girl, where it goes
You know, girl, where it goes

Without looking at you, I see you
Without feeling you, I feel you
Without speaking to you, I talk to you
Without wanting you, I love you