A keresés eredménye

1 + 1 = 3

Night of spell and superstition
A gypsy talks about treason
By seeing the line of her heart
Oh, things of love!
Oh, pride of woman!
Jealousy, full of love
Shadows of confusion
One and one is three
Said the woman
Her trod on honor, her insulted soul
Hatred scratches Carmen of Spain
She runs with revenge in her skin
 
And by seeing her man with another woman
Her blood boils until going crazy
Oh, life in a knife!
Oh, fatal ending!
Jealousy, full of love
Shadows of confusion
One and one is three
Said the woman
Moonlight in dark clouds
Rivers of death and fortune-less lovers
One and one is three
Said the woman
Fire of hell and cold of winter
Two bodies shine with Seville in the background
One and one is three
Jealousy of a woman
One and one is three
Jealousy of a woman
 
Oh love! I'd do it without hesitation for your love
Oh love! I couldn't bear your treason
One and one is three
Said the woman
Moonlight in dark clouds
Rivers of death and fortune-less lovers
One and one is three
Said the woman
Fire of hell and cold of winter
Two bodies shine with Seville in the background
... jealousy of love, jealousy
One and one is three
Jealousy of a woman
One and one is three
Jealousy of a woman
One and one is three
 

Dedicated

Dedicated to lovers
who meet again
Dedicated to the poets of freedom
And to the light of a gaze without evilness
To those crazy dreamers
Who don't stop dreaming
To that kid that begins
To walk with his mother
And to the skin of that girl for love
Dedicated to the friends
Who can respect each other
And to the people who walks without treading on
To the bravery of a true caress
To the corner shopkeeper
To the cab driver, to the chatter
And to the girl of life
Who helps to forget
Bad love we give her without thinking
To that happy wanderer
Owner of his freedom
To the shipwrecks of the world
Without warmth nor home
To you who are hurt and alone
To who hates war
To who has good humor
Dedicated to hope and to the sunlight
For you future man is my song
Dedicated to life and love
 

Dance gypsy

Dance gypsy for me
 
Dance gypsy, Dance gypsy
Dance gypsy, Dance gypsy
 
Your body is like the weed, waving with the wind
your hands are butterflies, that draw feelings
your wore out and broken feet of your endless walking
become beautiful again, by the time of dancing
 
Your bed is a green praire, and your chest is the stars
nobody understands your soul, because it's free like them
your eyes are two stars that burn me when I see them
and though they're sad inside, they always laugh for outside
 
Dance only for me,
because I'm tired of suffering
I want to forget her
I want to change my star
I want to forget her with you
 
Dance only for me,
I want to forget her with you
 

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