( fleur-de-lys )
When we see you on your mount
What appearance and what stature
A true model of righteousness
A force of nature
Or well are you just a scum
An animal of lust
Who runs on adventures?
Is there a heart under your armor?
The mine is pure as azure
Let me heal your wounds
Let's forget this misadventure
I will love you if you swear to me
I will love you if you swear to me
That we'll hang her
The zingara
My little girl's dreams
Stitched from one thread to another
I threw them to the wolf
Make no mistake because I am
As white as a sheep
Which rolls in the mud
Your words of love are insults
Your oaths are perjuries
My heart is already makes it harder
I'm pushing you against the wall
Release me from my belt
Come inside me you little scum
Teach me the art of lust
I will love you if you swear to me
I will love you if you swear to me
That they will hang her
The zingara
I will love you if you swear to me
I will love you if you swear to me
That they will hang her
The esmeralda!
That they will hang her
The zingara