Gitana en inglés – Maná

I dreamed that lost, it is true where you are chiquitica
Where you went with the gypsy, to ask where it has gotten
No, no, I do not want to pretend, I feel like dying alone,
In its search for crystal ball or you give me a clue sensory,
Digame or the spell for hallarla.

Account Gypsy please where I seek my heart
My palms tell you why, or have my pain
And I know, poor me irrational no reason,
I assure you a big heart if you listen,

Oh! Mi amor dame an opportunity
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, laira
Oh, oh oh, no, no, no, no I give you sincerely,
I give you happiness, and once again,
You are an impenetrable moon

Maybe the moon is worth me into pieces perhaps death
Pise me the steps I suffer your poor
Perhaps rejections is a word that I do not think most live.

Oh, no, no, opt,
Oh, no, no opt my heart …