Escalera de Vidrio

I don't know what has gotten into
This flamenco in my body
This gypsy in my body
What do I do to forget her
And the more present I have her.

And that gypsy is for me
A glass staircase
Where sorrow goes up
And relief goes down.

And to the minty mint
How could I think of you
That you were a gypsy
My good little companion.

I don't get on the train
Not in second nor in third
Once I get on
It has to be in first.

Let's go, let's go,
The train is leaving
And we won't catch it.