Take this hand,
gypsy,
tell me what fate I will have
speak of my love,
I am not afraid
because
that now
doesn't belong to me.
Look into my eyes,
gypsy
see the gold of her hair.
Tell me if she reciprocates
part of my love,
/>you have to say
this
is up to you.
But if it is written that
I will lose it,
like snow in the sun
it will melt
/>a love.
Take this hand,
gypsy
(instrumental)
But if it is written that
I will lose it,
like snow in the sun
a love will melt.
Take this hand,
gypsy,
read what destiny I will have
Tell me that you love me,
give me hope,
only this
for me now.

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