Zingara
Notre Dame De Paris
Gypsy
Gypsy
Here nobody knows anything about me
Gypsy
The street is my mother
Gypsy, Gypsy
No one knows who I love or who
Gypsy, Gypsy
My hand knows everything about me
My mother loved Spain so much
As if it were her country
She loved the mountain bandits
On the mountains of Andalusia
On the mountains of Andalusia
I no longer have a father or mother
Paris is my country now
But over an imaginary sea
I travel and I go away
On the mountains of Andalusia
Gypsy
I don't talk to anyone about me
Gypsy
What kind of life is my life
Gypsy, Gypsy
Who knows where I'll go and with whom
Gypsy, Gypsy
My hand knows everything about me
Bare feet, distant childhood
On the mountains down in Provence
For gypsies, the world is big
The world is big
And I keep moving forward
To the farthest limits
With gypsies at the end of the world
At the end of the world
And there
In Andalusia
There's a river
That touches my heart
And there
In Andalusia
There's a sky
That is my air
Gypsy
Here nobody knows anything about me
Gypsy
The street is my mother
Gypsy, Gypsy
No one knows who I love or who
Gypsy, Gypsy
My hand knows everything about me
My hand knows everything about me
