Herencia Gitana

My parents left me as an inheritance
In addition to the moon and the sun
A polka dot dress
That traveled the world with me

A donkey and a pair of tambourines
A strong desire to do nothing
And talent, charm, and grace
To be able to drag through this life

Very little
That's the truth
But I am happy
Being able to sing

I am of the Calé race
That dictates its laws to the world
Daughter of gypsy parents
And I carry royal blood
In the palm of my hand
And I carry royal blood
In the palm of my hand
Because I am of the Calé race

I would like to die in the cradle
That the pharaoh picked up at birth
And let the moon close my eyes
And let the sun seal my lips

I envy no one's luck
I am like the peacock
That proudly faces death
And proudly leaves the world

Very little
That's the truth
But I am happy
Being able to sing

I am of the Calé race
That dictates its laws to the world
Daughter of gypsy parents
And I carry royal blood
In the palm of my hand
And I carry royal blood
In the palm of my hand
Because I am of the Calé race