Ahora!
Gitanos son… primores
Gitanos son… primores
Y le hacen a la gitana
En el pelo caracoles
Y le hacen a la gitana
En el pelo caracoles
Don’t tell me no tales about Gypsies
Better come by my fire to the light
Give a woman a Gypsy lover, and I promise she’ll want no other
Give a woman a Gypsy lover, and I promise she’ll want no other
Anda jaleo jaleo
Anda jaleo jaleo
En el café de Sevilla they get down
Al tiroteo
Get right down
Al tiroteo
Silver heels striking thunder shake the ground
Al tiroteo
They get down
En mi Sevilla
Anda jaleo jaleo
Eyes that sparkle like diamonds
His love shines sweet and strong
Give a woman a Gypsy lover, and I promise she’ll want no other
Give a woman a Gypsy lover, and I promise she’ll want no other
Anda jaleo jaleo
Anda jaleo jaleo
Whip that Gypsy in you woman let’s get down
Al tiroteo
Get right down
Al tiroteo
Anda jaleo jaleo
Y le hacen a la gitana
En el pelo caracoles
Y le hacen a la gitana
En el pelo caracoles
Don’t tell me no tales about Gypsies
Better come by my fire to the light
Give a woman a Gypsy lover, and I promise she’ll want no other
Give a woman a Gypsy lover, and I promise she’ll want no other
Anda jaleo jaleo
Anda jaleo jaleo
Es tu marido
Es tu marido
Es tu marido
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