La Gitanilla

When she told me that she didn't love me, I ran like crazy with grief and pain.
I thought about my sadness, taking my life, and I entered a cantina to give myself courage.
Sitting at the table drinking tequila, a gypsy woman came in and seeing me cry
He told me don't cry, your pain is not serious, I know that the ungrateful woman will come looking for you.

I put my hand on her, she read my future, she told me, she comes back, she doesn't live without you.
Leave that sadness and go, sure, I have seen it in your hand, you will be very happy.
I gave her a coin, the gypsy came out, I took a guitar and started singing.
I drank more tequila and screamed with joy, I started waiting for her, wanting to love her.

Days, months, years passed and that hope of seeing her again
And that sadness, everything has now changed, I don't care if he plans to come back.
I went back to the cantina to drink tequila, I was able to scream and sing with pleasure.
And thanking the little gypsy who taught me to forget with her lies.

Up Sinaloa!!!!