Las Gitanillas
Cuando ella me dijo que no me quería 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 salió 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 días, 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
The Little Gypsies
When she told me she didn’t love me, I ran like a madman, full of pain and sorrow
I thought about my sadness, wanting to end it all, so I walked into a bar to find some courage
Sitting at the table, sipping tequila, a gypsy walked in and saw me crying
She said, "Don’t cry, your pain isn’t that bad, I know that ungrateful one will come back for you."
I put my hand out, she read my future, she said, "She’ll return, she can’t live without you.
Leave that sadness behind and go with confidence, I’ve seen it in your palm, you’ll be very happy."
I gave her a coin, the gypsy left, I grabbed a guitar and started to sing
I had more tequila and shouted with joy, I waited for her, wanting to love her again.
Days turned into months, and months into years, and that hope of seeing her again
And that sadness has all changed, I don’t care anymore if she thinks of coming back.
I went back to the bar to drink tequila, I could let out a shout and sing with joy
And I’m thankful to the little gypsy who, with her lies, taught me how to forget.