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Her name is the gypsy and she says
Fierro
When she told me not to
I wanted to run like a madman with grief and pain...
I thought in my sadness I would take off the
Life and I entered a cantina to give myself courage...
Sitting at the table drinking tequila, a gypsy woman came in and seeing me cry...
He told me don't cry, your pain is not serious
I know that the ungrateful one will come looking for you...
I put my hand on her, she read my future, she told me she's coming back, she doesn't live without you...
Leave that sadness and go safely, I have seen it in your hand you will be very happy
I gave her a coin, the gypsy came out, I grabbed a guitar and started singing...
I drank more tequila and screamed with joy.
I started waiting for her, wanting to love her...
The days passed, the months
The years and that hope of seeing her again
And that sadness and everything has changed
I don't care if he plans to come back...
I went back to the cantina to drink tequila
I was able to scream and sing with pleasure...
And thank the little gypsy who
With his lies he taught me to forget
