Agosto

The gypsy blood I carry inside
Mixes in a cocktail
Of sweet flavor
In the gypsy blood I carry inside
Fire burns me
From my hands, straight to the heart
And at dawn, soul of a carnation
Flies over, disrupting the tide
Every dawn, soul of a carnation
And I don't feel it for myself

Sooner or later
I will get lost in chains
Once in a lifetime
I must find within me
One August night
My lost soul
That I threw into the sea

Promised land that belongs to us
By work, by art
And by the grace of God
Promised land that belongs to us
What does it matter
To be Moor or Christian
If there is for both?
In the gypsy blood I carry inside
Fire burns me
From my hands, straight to the heart
To the heart
Once in a lifetime
I must find within me
One August night
My lost soul
That I threw into the sea