The gypsy blood that I carry inside
It mixes in a cocktail, with a sweet flavor
In the gypsy blood that I carry inside
Fire burns in me, from my hands, straight to the heart
And at dawn, wallflower soul
Flies over, upsetting the tide
Every morning, wallflower soul
And I don't feel sorry for myself
Sooner or later , I will be lost in chains
Once in a lifetime
I must find within myself, one August night
My lost soul, which I threw into the sea
Promised land that belongs to us
By work, by art, and by the grace of God
Promised land that belongs to us
ÃÂWhat else does it give us? Is it possible to be a Moor or a Christian if there is something for both of us?
In the gypsy blood that I carry within me, fire burns
From my hands, straight to the heart, to the heart
Once in the life I must find within myself
One August night my lost soul that I threw into the sea

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