2021.08.30.
The Gypsy
Versions: #1Like an artist in hell,
like a child who gets lost,
I was like this in front of her.
She was so beautiful.
She was so the one for me,
That I don't even know
if I saw my fingers shaking,
while she was there !
Ready to forget my pain,
ready to cut my veins,
ready to start over my life,
ready to start over my life.
Ready to kill the demons
who prevent me from seeing her again.
And ready to call out her name
all my life in the darkness.
My head turns, my head knocks
at the beating of the drums that are bursting.
A crazy who does anything
That she may be only for me.
So that she can love me,
I would do anything.
My head turns, my head knocks
at the beating of the drums that are bursting.
I would like her to become my law.
I would be the beggar, the king,
so that she can love me,
so that she can love me !
Ready to smash mountains,
to burn down the entire planet,
to do ten thousand years in prison,
to empty the water of the sea.
So as to hold her against me
and feel her shaking her fingers
at the end of her breath, of her voice
to hear that she will love me.
Like a piano that breaks
Its notes crushed on the floor.
Like the fire on the ice,
The airplane that blows up in the air.
I would sell my soul to the Devil,
I would empty the water from the rivers,
so as to be alone at the table,
for the love which she prefers.
My head turns, my head knocks
at the beating of the drums that are bursting.
A crazy who does anything
That she may be only for me.
So that she can love me,
I would do anything.
My head turns, my head knocks
at the beating of the drums that are ursting.
I would like her to become my law.
I would be the beggar, the king,
so that she can love me,
so that she can love me !