Gitana

I dreamed that I lost her, it's true where are you little one
where are you I went with the gypsy, to ask her where she's gone
no, no, I don't want to pretend, I feel like dying save me
look for her in her crystal ball or give me some sensory clue
or tell me the spell to find her.

Tell me gypsy please, where do I look for my heart
my palms tell you the reason, or tell of my pain
And I know, you despise me for being poor, there's no reason
I offer you a big heart if you can listen to me,

oh! my love give me a chance
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, laira
oh, oh oh, no, no, no, no I give you sincerity
I give you happiness, come back soon,
you are an impenetrable moon

Maybe the moon will break me into pieces maybe death will step on my heels because I'm poor suffering your rejections maybe it's a word that I don't want to live anymore.

Oh, no, no, give it back,
oh, no, no give it back my heart...