Looking for new horizons, la Lola is leaving,
looking for new horizons, la Lola is leaving.
My only confort left, is to start singing.
My senses are hurting with so much suffering
seeing that the glory of my love
has left me here.
Always in her way, by land and sea 2.
and although within the rose a thorn makes me bleed
my fate is to sing.
That a gypsy singer is nothing but song
and nobody cares if it laughs or cries
this heart of mine.
Singing goes la Lola, away, through the seas,
through the seas she goes,
you don't have to gossip 'cause she goes alone,
with my pain I go.
The whole world ahead I'm going to cross,
I'm taking my singing, and I leave a love,
I leave her side with this grief
that from the mainmast I would like to hang
between moon and wind.
Always on the way, by land and sea
and although in the rose a thorn makes me bleed
my fate is to sing.
That a gypsy singer is nothing but song
and nobody cares if it laughs or cries
this heart of mine..
Singing goes la Lola, away, through the seas,
through the seas she goes,
you don't have to gossip 'cause she goes alone,
with my pain I go,
cousin of my soul, with my pain I go 3.
Oh...