Between mysterious shadows
In breaking apart the stars
We exchange our roses
To then forget them
If my blood does not deceive me
Like how fantasy deceives
We need to go to Viana
Oh my love of some day
Oh my love of some day
We need to go to Viana
If my blood doesn't deceive me
We need to go to Viana
Let's start from flower to chest
Which the love is like the wind
Who stops loses it the way
And dies all at once
If my blood does not deceive me
Gypsies green gypsies
Leave me with this belief
The sins have twenty years
The regrets have eighty