I asked a gypsy woman,
wanting to know my destiny,
if your love and mine
would meet
in the same street.
Reading my hand's palm,
she told me that I would find you,
and this is why I've been looking for you
night and day
until I found you.
And if you don't love me,
I love you,
in the hand's palm
the gypsy woman read it.
She read it, she read it,
the gypsy woman read it.
She read it, she read it,
the gypsy woman read it.
(repeated again from the top)