Amor Gitano (Carlos Enrique Iglesias)
La luna esta desvelada, porque no me quieres nada
Me mira desesperada y me pregunta donde te has metido
Donde tu te has ido, con quien gastas tus besos de amor.
La luna ya se ha menguao, de tanto que te he llorao
Con nuves ya se ha tapao, para no ver eso celos malditos
Que me arman un grito de saber que en los brasos de otro me mata el dolor.
Luna llena luna buena, que te desvelas cuando miras
La tristesa que me deja el veneno de su adios
Porque no le importa no le importa, que me haya hecho un desgraciao
Que se ha olvidado, que se ha burlao, que no sabe que hay un asunto
Mas serio y sagrao, que el dolor de un gitano.
La luna esta desvelada, porque no me quieres nada
Me mira desesperada y me pregunta donde te has metido
Donde tu te has ido, con quien gastas tus besos de amor.
La luna ya se ha menguao, de tanto que yo he llorao
Con nuves ya se ha tapao, para no ver esos celos malditos
Que me arman un grito de saber que en los brasos de otro me mata el dolor.
Lune llena luna buena, que te desvelas cuando miras
La tristesa que me deja el veneno de su adios
Porque no le importa, no le importa, que me haya hecho un desgraciao
Que se ha olvidao, que se ha burlao, que no sabe que no hay un asunto
Mas serio y sagrao, que el amor de un gitano.
Gypsy Love (Carlos Enrique Iglesias)
The moon is sleepless, because you don't want me at all
She looks at me desperate and asks me where you've gone
Where have you gone, with whom do you spend your kisses of love.
The moon has already waned, from all the crying I've done for you
She's covered with clouds, so as not to see those cursed jealousies
That make me scream knowing that in the arms of another my pain is killed.
Full moon, good moon, that stays awake when you look
The sadness that the poison of his goodbye leaves me
Because it doesn't matter to him, it doesn't matter, that he's made me miserable
That he's forgotten, that he's mocked, that he doesn't know there's a matter
More serious and sacred, than the pain of a gypsy.
The moon is sleepless, because you don't want me at all
She looks at me desperate and asks me where you've gone
Where have you gone, with whom do you spend your kisses of love.
The moon has already waned, from all the crying I've done for you
She's covered with clouds, so as not to see those cursed jealousies
That make me scream knowing that in the arms of another my pain is killed.
Full moon, good moon, that stays awake when you look
The sadness that the poison of his goodbye leaves me
Because it doesn't matter to him, it doesn't matter, that he's made me miserable
That he's forgotten, that he's mocked, that he doesn't know there's a matter
More serious and sacred, than the love of a gypsy.