A man in his thirties like a lot of other people
it doesn't take much to hurt him or leave him indifferent
a life of adventures chasing a goal
knocking on another door to enter another life
a modest car that will be a jewel for him
a few cigarettes in his pocket and no flower in his buttonhole
His shyness is sometimes his best weapon
a smile to hide and eyes to speak
there is a happy gypsy who wakes up every morning
with the desire to leave and with his head on the moon
there is one gypsy hidden inside the heart of every man
when you would give up everything to go away far away
just as this sense of desire for freedom comes
so, time also belongs to us that it won't come back anyway, that everything else is no longer there
today is a new day says television
the future is a mystery except for a few predictions
and if it's true that the past plays the fool and is hidden
I will look for him to tell him past too soon
there is a happy gypsy inside the heart of every woman
when nature explodes and they will call you mother
there is a gypsy hidden inside a breedless dog
if you meet him on the street, don't deny him a caress
just as he comes
just to say that I have one more friend
so it's convenient for us
to put up with a morsel that doesn't work down
so that everything else is no longer there

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