Amor Gitano (Carlos Enrique Iglesias)

Gypsy Love (Carlos Enrique Iglesias)

Amor Gitano (Carlos Enrique Iglesias)

The moon is sleepless, because you don't want me at allLa luna esta desvelada, porque no me quieres nada
She looks at me desperate and asks me where you've goneMe mira desesperada y me pregunta donde te has metido
Where have you gone, with whom do you spend your kisses of love.Donde tu te has ido, con quien gastas tus besos de amor.

The moon has already waned, from all the crying I've done for youLa luna ya se ha menguao, de tanto que te he llorao
She's covered with clouds, so as not to see those cursed jealousiesCon nuves ya se ha tapao, para no ver eso celos malditos
That make me scream knowing that in the arms of another my pain is killed.Que me arman un grito de saber que en los brasos de otro me mata el dolor.

Full moon, good moon, that stays awake when you lookLuna llena luna buena, que te desvelas cuando miras
The sadness that the poison of his goodbye leaves meLa tristesa que me deja el veneno de su adios
Because it doesn't matter to him, it doesn't matter, that he's made me miserablePorque no le importa no le importa, que me haya hecho un desgraciao
That he's forgotten, that he's mocked, that he doesn't know there's a matterQue se ha olvidado, que se ha burlao, que no sabe que hay un asunto
More serious and sacred, than the pain of a gypsy.Mas serio y sagrao, que el dolor de un gitano.

The moon is sleepless, because you don't want me at allLa luna esta desvelada, porque no me quieres nada
She looks at me desperate and asks me where you've goneMe mira desesperada y me pregunta donde te has metido
Where have you gone, with whom do you spend your kisses of love.Donde tu te has ido, con quien gastas tus besos de amor.

The moon has already waned, from all the crying I've done for youLa luna ya se ha menguao, de tanto que yo he llorao
She's covered with clouds, so as not to see those cursed jealousiesCon nuves ya se ha tapao, para no ver esos celos malditos
That make me scream knowing that in the arms of another my pain is killed.Que me arman un grito de saber que en los brasos de otro me mata el dolor.

Full moon, good moon, that stays awake when you lookLune llena luna buena, que te desvelas cuando miras
The sadness that the poison of his goodbye leaves meLa tristesa que me deja el veneno de su adios
Because it doesn't matter to him, it doesn't matter, that he's made me miserablePorque no le importa, no le importa, que me haya hecho un desgraciao
That he's forgotten, that he's mocked, that he doesn't know there's a matterQue se ha olvidao, que se ha burlao, que no sabe que no hay un asunto
More serious and sacred, than the love of a gypsy.Mas serio y sagrao, que el amor de un gitano.