Blacksmith's house, wooden spoon, stick
I leave my father who is a good gypsy
blacksmith's house my cousin stick spoon
(ay) I leave my father who is a good gypsy
ay gypsy if you love me
oh do not love me so much
that my heart is dying and is already revealing
that I always listen to who bought me corals
Look out the window to show you the moles
but since I do not have
I give you my mother's
and God said
and God said
that he who has no sin to throw the first stone
and you had to be you, for being a bad partner
all the flowers are pretty
suddenly winter arrives and the flowers wither
and that the flowers wither
peek into the window to show you the moles
peek into the window to show you the moles
you thought they were painted and they were my natural
Only among all we can make this a better place :)