Zorongo Gitano [English translation]

The hands of my love

Are embroidering a cape for you

With a macramé made of hoary stock

And with mozzettas made of water

Sweetheart, when you rode

Through the white Spring

The hooves of your horse

Resounded like four silver wails

The moon is like a small well and

Flowers are worth nothing

It's your arms that have value

When you embrace me at night

I have blue eyes

And my little heart is the same colour

As the top of the fire

At night I go outside

And cry until I'm weary

I can see that I love you so much

And you don't love me at all

The moon is like a small well and

Flowers are worth nothing

It's your arms that have value

When you embrace me at night

There are twenty four hours in a day

It has twenty four hours

If it had twenty seven

I would love you for three more hours

This gypsy is crazy

So crazy that he should be locked up

Because he wishes

For the things he dreams at night to come true

The moon is like a small well and

Flowers are worth nothing

It's your arms that have value

When you embrace me at night

• Artist:Ana Belén