I can't stand it anymore
Or live like that
Because I can't
Because I don't want to, even if God willed it
Because I can't anymore, because I can't, oh
Because I can't live without her
I'm a Gipsy and I'm coming to your wedding
To rip my shirt, the shirt I'm wearing
I'm a Gipsy and I'm coming to your wedding
To rip my shirt the one that was stained
Oh it's not for me,
Oh I pass on the esparto grass
Oh it's not for me the olive tree
Oh I decline the shooting vine
Once I thought you were mine
Oh it's not for me the olive tree
I'm a Gipsy and I'm coming to your wedding
To rip my shirt, the shirt I'm wearing
I'm a Gipsy and I'm coming to your wedding
To rip my shirt, the shirt I'm wearing
And I like the taste of
The herb, the mint herb
A song in soleá
And a voice that is broken and calm
A guitar and your eyes
Oh next to the candle-light
I'm a Gipsy and I'm coming to your wedding
To rip my shirt, the shirt I'm wearing
I'm a Gipsy and I'm coming to your wedding
I like the taste of
The herb, the mint herb
A song in soleá
And a voice that is broken and calm
A guitar and your eyes
Oh next to the candle-light
I'm a Gipsy and I'm coming to your wedding
To rip my shirt, the shirt I'm wearing
I'm a Gipsy and I'm coming to your wedding
To rip my shirt, the only one I have