Gitana
MARLENA
Gypsy
She looked like a gypsy, with messy black hair
Cute little face, but inside she’s so torn apart
And she danced like the world didn’t matter at all
She’s my gypsy, words aren’t needed
She seemed like one of those
Who play by their own rules
Who touch you
And your world starts spinning
I watched her in case the moment slipped away
And here I am, singing in the early morning, and
She looked like a gypsy
Pretty and wild, staring at me
The gypsy
Bah, what, how?
We locked eyes
And the world screams for it
And the silence
Where everything looks different
The tension was thick all the time
Barricades and storms, that’s what I dig (how?)
She looked like a gypsy
Pretty and wild, staring at me
The gypsy
Broken smiles until dawn
My gypsy
Who poisons with her skin
She’s the gypsy
Ta-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra, hey!
Ta-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra, hey!
What’s hard
Is for the good and the rich
What’s complicated
Is for the crazy and the different
What’s impossible carries your name next to mine, so what!?
That little wrinkled glance got me into this mess (why?, how?)
She looked like a gypsy
Pretty and wild, staring at me
The gypsy
Broken smiles until dawn
My gypsy
Who poisons with her skin
She’s the gypsy
Ta-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra, hey!
Ta-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra, hey!
Ta-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra, hey!
Ta-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra, hey!
She’s the gypsy.
