Zingara
Maria Jose Quintanilla
Gypsy
Take my hand, Gypsy
Tell me quickly what destiny you see
Talk to me about loves
I have no fears
Because I already know it doesn't belong to me
Look into my eyes, Gypsy
If you see the color of her hair
And if they are golden or if they have changed
And you know why
And if it is written that I will lose it
Please tell me why his love is dying
Take my hand, Gypsy
Tell me quickly what destiny you see
Tell me he loves me
Give me hope
That is enough to be happy
Tell me he loves me
Give me hope
That is enough for me to be happy
And if it is written that I will lose it
Please tell me why his love is dying
Take my hand, Gypsy
Tell me quickly what destiny you see
Tell me he loves me
Give me hope
That is enough for me to be happy
