La Gitanilla
Cuando ella me dijo que no me queria corri como un loco de pena y dolor
Pense en mi tristeza quitarme la vida y entre a una cantina pa darme valor
Sentado en la mesa tomando tequila entro una gitana y al verme llorar
Me dijo no llores no es grave tu pena yo se que la ingrata te vendra a buscar
Le puse mi mano leyo mi furturo me dijo ella vuelve no vive sin ti
Deja esa tristeza y vete seguro lo he visto en tu mano seras muy feliz
Le di una moneda salio la gitana tome una guitarra y me puse a cantar
Tome mas tequila y grite de alegria me puse a esperarla queriendo la amar
Pasaron los dias, los meses, los anos y aquella esperanza de volver la ver
Y aquella tristeza ya todo a cambiado ya a mi no me importa si piensa volver
Volvi a la cantina a tomar tequila pude hechar un grito y de gusto cantar
Y dandole gracias a la gitanilla que con sus mentiras me enseno a olvidar.
Arriba Sinaloa!!!!
The little gypsy
When she told me that she didn't love me, I ran like crazy with grief and pain.
I thought about my sadness, taking my life, and I entered a cantina to give myself courage.
Sitting at the table drinking tequila, a gypsy woman came in and seeing me cry
He told me don't cry, your pain is not serious, I know that the ungrateful woman will come looking for you.
I put my hand on her, she read my future, she told me, she comes back, she doesn't live without you.
Leave that sadness and go, sure, I have seen it in your hand, you will be very happy.
I gave her a coin, the gypsy came out, I took a guitar and started singing.
I drank more tequila and screamed with joy, I started waiting for her, wanting to love her.
Days, months, years passed and that hope of seeing her again
And that sadness, everything has now changed, I don't care if he plans to come back.
I went back to the cantina to drink tequila, I was able to scream and sing with pleasure.
And thanking the little gypsy who taught me to forget with her lies.
Up Sinaloa!!!!