El Gitano
Tabaré Cardozo
The Gypsy
He has snake eyes
and alligator laughter
and a demon's tongue
and white hair
He carries disguised passengers of Pierrot
chasing the dawn in a bathtub
He carries stories in bottles
and his old ship
burning in the night
cycling through different crews
when you sail a bealada
the whole carnival is at his mercy
between blasphemies and laughter
flying with him
he's a corsair sailing in February
the curse of an infernal ship
the captain of a warrior vessel
for the carnival
he is, he is, he's the gypsy
I fear his silence more than his voice
because his calm is like raging coral
he lives on the edge of danger
playing with the truth that is a demon arrow
when the devil stumbles
on his mysterious train
he looks down and laughs
and the gypsy laughs too
when you sail a bealada
the whole carnival is at his mercy
between blasphemies and laughter
flying with him
with his words like fire bolts
with his untamed sincerity
with his justice of the camorerro
who gave his friendship
he is, he's the gypsy
when the devil stumbles
on his mysterious train
he looks down and laughs
and the gypsy laughs too
with his words like fire bolts
with his untamed sincerity
with his justice of the camorerro
that God will seek
with his words like fire bolts
with his untamed sincerity
with his justice of the camorerro
who gave his friendship
he is, he's the gypsy
