He has snake eyes and caiman smile
demon tongue and white hair
He carries crew members dressed as pierrot
to chase the dawn in the bus
He carries stories in bottles
and his old ship
burning in the night
changes and changes of crew
When he goes up on his winged ship
the whole murga is at his mercy
among blasphemies and laughs, flying with him
he's a corsair going of february
the curse of a hellish boat
the captain of a warship
for carnival
he, he is the gypsy
I fear more his silence than his voice
because his calm is like cornered anger
he's always on the verge of danger for playing
with the truth that is a poisoned arrow
when the devil crosses him
in his mysterious train
he casts his eyes down and laughs
and the gypsy laughs too
When he goes up on his winged ship
the whole murga is at his mercy
among blasphemies and laughs, flying with him
with his words like fire rays
with his untamed sincerity
with his mafia-like justice
he gave me his friendship
he, he is the gypsy