No,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no
We can do anything, except steal or kill
A sad and unfair fame that in the 20th century is
Full of love and joy, the gypsies always go
With their guitars and songs, they go, rejoicing
Gypsies with brown skin, with their waxed women
They raise their slender bodies around the opera
Gypsies with brown skin, with their waxed women
They raise their slender bodies around the opera
Now,
let's go Julito!
Soon,
one day,
in the faraway land,
I'll find the gypsy
I'll hold the friend's hand without thinking
Like flowers that blow the wind,
that's how gypsies are
We never have sorrows,
we love each other like brothers
Gypsies with brown skin, with their waxed women
They raise their slender bodies around the opera
Gypsies with brown skin, with their waxed women
They raise their slender bodies around the opera