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When she told me
That she didn't love me
I ran like crazy
Of grief and pain
I thought about my sadness
Take my life
I entered a canteen
To give me value
Sitting on the table
Drinking tequila
A gypsy came in
And when you see me cry
She told me: "don't cry"
Your grief is not serious
I know that the ungrateful
She will come looking for you
Oh, gypsy!
Of the merit of Piaxtla de Abajo, yes, sir!
I put my hand
She read my future
She told me: "she comes back"
She does not live without you
Leave that sadness
And go safe
I have seen it in your hand
You will be very happy
I gave him a coin
The gypsy came out
I took a guitar
And i started to sing
I drank more tequila and screamed for joy
I started to wait for her
Wanting her more
The days passed
The months, the years
And that hope
To see her again
Of that sadness
Everything has changed
I don't care anymore
If she thinks to come back
I went back to the canteen
To drink tequila
I could scream
And glad to sing
And thank you
To the gypsy girl
That, with his lies
She taught me to forget
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