My generosity reminds me of the sea, the dance of the moon reminds me of Gypsy, I dont have a voice as beautiful as my guitar, even the rain of sonnets doesnt rain like this , Gypsy, the poet of freedom , Gypsy, lover of Abadi, you gave me this starless sky, you just gave Gypsy, the owner of the background , his hand is empty of jewels in this magic orb of the light of tomorrow, love and sees Gypsy, borderless and without fence, Gypsy, Rakhsh In these moonless nights, bring the basket of fire, Gypsy, the light journey itself laughs
at all these inadequacies like the dream of dawn, with the eyes of the Gypsy, I am the one who found a land in your hands to hold a feast for the seas , the whole journey is the same, from me to you , always going back to yourself, returning and not reaching Gypsy, Poet of Freedom, Gypsy, lover of Abadi This is me without stars , the sky is fresh, you have given Gypsy, the owner of the background, his hand is empty of jewels in this magic sphere of the light of tomorrow of love, and he sees Gypsy, borderless and without fence Gypsy, the windy red glow in these moonless nights , the basket of fire, bring Gypsy, the light journey itself is like a dream of dawn, laughs at all these inadequacies with the wet eyes
of generosity in the sea It reminds me of the dance of the moon of Gypsy, it reminds me that my guitar does not have such a beautiful sound, even the rain of the song does not rain like this.
