Carmencita

Her name was Carmencita
The most beautiful gypsy
Like a dream, a vision

They said she was the
Most beautiful of the caravan
But she had no heart

The caresses and affection
Lost along the way
Without ever having known them

And she went seeking adventure
As if searching
For a lost grain of sand

One night, under the moonlight
They heard the galloping
Of two horses fleeing

Carmencita, the lovely grace
Denying her own race
Went after a beautiful dream

Only this hurtful song
Gets mixed in the dust of the road
When the caravan passes

Carmencita, Carmencita
If you weren't so beautiful
You would always be a gypsy