Gitana - Nicola Di Bari traduction en anglais

Gitana

Tómame la mano, Zingara,
Dime pronto que destino ves,
Hablame de amores,
No tengo temores,
Porque ya sé, que no me pertenece.

Mira en mis ojos, Zingara,
Si el color de sus cabellos ves,
Di si son dorados o si han cambiado,
Y tú sabes cual es el porqué.

Y si escrito esta, que la perderé,
Dime por favor por qué su amor se muere.

Tómame la mano, Zingara

Dime que me ama,
Dame una esperanza,
Que me alcanza para ser feliz.

Y si escrito esta que la perderé
Dime por favor por qué su amor se muere.

Tómame la mano, Zingara
Dime pronto que destino ves,
Dime que me ama,
Dame una esperanza...
Que me alcanza para ser feliz...

Gypsy

Take my hand, Gypsy,
Tell me soon what destiny you see,
Tell me about love,
I have no fears,
Because I already know that she doesn't belong to me.

Look into my eyes, Gypsy,
If you see the color of her hair,
Tell me if it's golden or if it has changed,
And you know why.

And if it is written that I will lose her,
Tell me, please, why her love is dying.

Take my hand, Gypsy

Tell me that she loves me,
Give me hope,
Enough for me to be happy.

And if it is written that I will lose her
Tell me, please, why her love is dying.

Take my hand, Gypsy
Tell me soon what destiny you see,
Tell me that she loves me,
Give me hope...
Enough for me to be happy...