Gypsy
Take this hand ... gypsy
Tell me what fate I will have,
Talk about my love
I'm not afraid
Because I know that by now
It does not belong to me
Look in my eyes ... gypsy
See the gold in his hair
Tell me if he reciprocates
Part of my love
You must say this
It's your turn
But if it is written
I will lose it
Like snow in the sun
A love will melt
Take this hand ... gypsy
Read also what fate I will have,
Tell me he loves me,
Give me hope
Only this matters
Now for me
O my sun
But born sun beautiful chi or ne
O my sun is in front of you!
O sun or my sun
Stà 'nfronte a tte
Stà 'nfronte a tte
What a beautiful thing 'na iurnata is sunny
'n serene air after a storm
For the fresh air, it seems already a party
What a beautiful thing 'na iurnata is sunny
But born sun beautiful chi or ne
O my sun is in front of you!
O sun, or my sun
Stà 'nfronte a tte stà' nfronte a tte
It's night and sun or night
Me veins almost na melancholy
Under a fine toia restarria
It's night and sun or night
But born sun beautiful chi or ne
O my sun is in front of you!
O sun or my sun
Stà 'nfronte a tte
Stà 'nfronte a tte ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)