Zingara [English translation]

Take this hand,

gypsy,

tell me even which destiny I shall have,

talk about my love,

I am not scared

because I know that by now

it doesn't belong to me.

Look into my eyes,

gypsy,

you see the gold of his hair.

Tell me if a part of my love returns,

you have to tell me,

this is up to you.

But if it is written

that I'll lose him,

like snow to the sun

a love will dissolve.

Take this hand,

gypsy

But if it is written

that I lose it,

like snow to the sun

a love will melt.

Take this hand,

gypsy,

read even which fate I shall have.

Tell me that he loves me,

give me hope,

just this

counts for me now.

• Artist:Iva Zanicchi