Gitano, gitano

You're just like the wind,
born in freedom.
For you, there's no peak
that can't be reached.
You have pride in your race,
legitimate pride.
And a destiny awaits you,
gypsy, that's all yours,
gypsy, that's all yours.

Gypsy, gypsy, gypsy, gypsy.
With breath of wheat
and moon dreams.
Gypsy, gypsy,
seeking paths
of good fortune.
Gypsy, gypsy,
looking far away
at the lost path,
here my brotherly hand
is extended.
Reach out yours,
gypsy, gypsy.

You have, like the birds,
the desire to fly.
But you fly higher
when you start to dance.
Let the world be amazed,
release the miracle of art.
Why do you need wings
if your blood lifts you up,
if your blood lifts you up?