Arranca por soleás
Con el alma rota en mil pedazos
La gitana de sus amores
Se marchó por la cuesta abajo
Margaritas llevaba en su pelo
El arte en sus andares
Iba en busca del gitano
Que le quitaba los males
Agarraba su guitarra
Fuertemente contra el pecho
separandola cuando la voz quebrada
Let hear their cries
The strings were stroked
fingers longed for
feel them at that time
The skin of his sweet love
"I love you and do not know
But I will tell you never
I do not own your love
are things of the will "
" Smell your art my gun
That love my feelings
Gallop horses in my chest
When you shake your Vesti
"Your eyes go through me
make me mad
Gypsy my love
are things of the will "
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