La gitana

From my little reed hut
one morning she escaped me
full of anger and courage
in a basket of reeds
she carried all her luggage
She was of gypsy race
my people didn't want her
one morning she escaped me
what bad luck mine!

Who has seen a gypsy
among the cotton fields
with her little white shirt
tied at the waist?
Just for being a gypsy
my people didn't want her
oh, how could they not like
your dark face, my little gypsy?
I die for you, you are my joy.

Who has seen a gypsy
in the river at noon?
how she danced while washing
with her skirts spread out
If one day you find her
tell her I don't forget her
that my hut is her home
that I love her more than I ever have
tell her to come back to my side.

Who has seen a gypsy
behind her little donkey
listening to a cicada
singing in the olive trees.
Sometimes I want to forget her
sometimes I dream of her
when I pull my blanket
I miss you
you're not by my side
how much I love you
gypsy girl.

I'm looking for a gypsy
with a rose in her hair
I hope I find her
to tell her I love her
To leave her as she dreamed
selling roses and carnations
that was what she liked
she didn't want land or shack or nets
otherwise she would end up with ten kids.