Soy gitano [English translation]

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