Gypsy, you will be like the counterfeit coin
That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it

Arms crossed to avoid killing her
Eyes closed to avoid crying
He feared being weak and forgiving her
And opened the doors wide

Go away, bad woman, go away from my side
Roll just like a curse
May one day allow that the one you love most
Pays for your desires, your desires pay
With bad betrayal

Gypsy, you will be like the counterfeit coin
That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it

He kissed the fine black earrings
That she left there when she went away
And those braids of jet-black hair
That he once cut for her

When she left, he didn't even try to see her
Nor did he let out a complaint, nor did he say goodbye
He half-closed the door and, to avoid calling her
He dug his nails,
He dug his nails, into his heart

Gypsy, you will be like the counterfeit coin
That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it

That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it

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