Zingaro

Gypsy, I want to live like you
Go wherever I want, not like me
And when you find a spot in the city
Hop on the carousel and the ride from a year ago.

Gypsy, feel the rust of what it knows
Watch out, don’t get sick from civilization
Your wife with the hairdresser is what you want
School steals your kids, and they’re not yours anymore.

Gypsy, golden tooth from Hungary
A plate of your beans, what do you want it to be?
At night I sleep by the fire if it’s my turn
But gypsy, I want to live like you
I live there but I’m leaving
It costs a fortune, and then there’s no more poetry
She weighs on me more
Than all the snow you’ve seen over the years.

Gypsy, I want to live like you
Oh gypsy, I want to live like you
Oh gypsy, I want to live like you
Oh gypsy, I want to live like you

Gypsy, that breast at the amusement park
And that was the shooting range in my eyes
My mother used to say, gypsy, you’ll end up
And now that I’m a gypsy, she’s the one who’s won.
I feel it coming, I feel it coming
The smoke of the fritters, here’s freedom.
Wind that blows, wind that blows
I’m not a Ferrari, yet I feel it going.

Go, go, go, go, go, man.
My friend, my God
Tell me the truth, am I the crazy one?
That loves more, that’s feeling down
The more I look up at the sky, the more I feel alone.

Gypsy, I want to live like you
Oh gypsy, I want to live like you
Oh gypsy, I want to live like you
Oh gypsy, I want to live like you

Gypsy, I want to live like you
Go wherever I want, not like me
And when you find a spot in the city
Hop on the carousel and the ride from a year ago.
I feel it coming, I feel it coming
The smoke of the fritters, here’s freedom.
My friend, my God
Tell me the truth, am I the crazy one?
That loves more, that’s feeling down
The more I look up at the sky, the more I feel alone.
Wind that blows, wind that blows
La la la la la la.

Go, go, go, go, go, man.