He arrives with a sly smile
And, in the script, he carries shame in his pocket.
If courage were a condition,
He'd be the head of the crime-cell!
She doesn't dream: she doesn't even want to!
He's got a secret to tell;
She hesitates, always distrustful...
He thinks, this will get tongues wagging!
[Chorus:]
What could be
The thing that he wants so much from me?
If I wanted it, but he doesn't want it...
Where does he come from? Who is he?
If he's a Gypsy,
Only if he were adored
That man who has charmed me...
Is it like that, then, or isn't it?
I've come to steal your heart
But, passion is the one who stole mine!
They say that if a thief steals from another thief,
He has a right to one hundred years of forgiveness.
If your good God will forgive me,
Tell Him that I shall love you for a hundred years!
And who knows, will we believe one day
That He was the one that caused us to meet...
[Chorus:]
What could be
The thing that he wants so much from me?
If I wanted it, but he doesn't want it...
Where does he come from? Who is he?
If he's a Gypsy,
Only if he were adored
That man who has charmed me...
Is it like that, then, or isn't it?