Soy Gitano

I can't stand it anymore
And not even live that way
Because I can't
Because I don't want to even if God wants it
Because I can't anymore oh because I can
Because I can't live without her

I'm a gypsy and I come to your wedding
To tear my shirt, the little shirt I have
I'm a gypsy and I come to your wedding
To tear my shirt that they dyed

Oh I retire, from the esparto I move away
Oh I retire from the olive tree
Oh from the vine I regret
For loving you so much
Oh I retire from the olive tree

I'm a gypsy and I come to your wedding
To tear my shirt, the little shirt I have
I'm a gypsy and I come to your wedding
I tear my shirt, the little shirt I have

And I like to savor
The herb, the mint
A song for soleá
And a broken and serene voice
A guitar and your eyes
Oh next to a candle

I'm a gypsy and I come to your wedding
To tear my shirt, the little shirt I have
I'm a gypsy and I come to your wedding

I like to savor
The herb, the mint
A song for soleá
And a broken and serene voice
And a guitar and your eyes
Oh next to a candle

I'm a gypsy, I come to your wedding
To tear my shirt, the little shirt I have
I'm a gypsy and I come to your wedding
To tear my shirt, which is the only one I have