Amor Gitano (Carlos Enrique Iglesias)

The moon is sleepless, because you don't want me at all
She looks at me desperate and asks me where you've gone
Where have you gone, with whom do you spend your kisses of love.

The moon has already waned, from all the crying I've done for you
She's covered with clouds, so as not to see those cursed jealousies
That make me scream knowing that in the arms of another my pain is killed.

Full moon, good moon, that stays awake when you look
The sadness that the poison of his goodbye leaves me
Because it doesn't matter to him, it doesn't matter, that he's made me miserable
That he's forgotten, that he's mocked, that he doesn't know there's a matter
More serious and sacred, than the pain of a gypsy.

The moon is sleepless, because you don't want me at all
She looks at me desperate and asks me where you've gone
Where have you gone, with whom do you spend your kisses of love.

The moon has already waned, from all the crying I've done for you
She's covered with clouds, so as not to see those cursed jealousies
That make me scream knowing that in the arms of another my pain is killed.

Full moon, good moon, that stays awake when you look
The sadness that the poison of his goodbye leaves me
Because it doesn't matter to him, it doesn't matter, that he's made me miserable
That he's forgotten, that he's mocked, that he doesn't know there's a matter
More serious and sacred, than the love of a gypsy.