Gypsy that you will be like the false coin
That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it,
Cross your arms so as not to kill it
Close your eyes so as not to cry,
He was afraid that he would be weak and forgive her
And he opened the doors wide.
Go away, bad woman, get away from me,
It rolls like a curse,
That a One day allow me to let whoever you love the most
Pay your wants, pay your wants
With bad betrayal.
Gypsy, you will be like the false currency,
That from hand to hand He goes and no one keeps it,
He kissed the thin black tendrils
That he left there when he left.
And those braids of blackthorn hair
That in another time he cut for him.
When he was leaving, he didn't even try to see her,
He didn't even complain, nor did he say goodbye.
He opened the door ajar and, in order not to knock on her,
He dug his nails in,
She dug her nails into her heart.
Gypsy, you will be like the false coin
That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it,
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