So we waited for you to come home. Riding high on your visions done Touching darkness we wait by the sea. Holding on desperatly. Far from certain you,
gypsy queen, You're my lovely dove. You're my gypsy queen, I don't care, if it's lust. You're my gypsy queen, You're my lovely dove. You're my gypsy queen
Traducción: Motim. Cigano.
Traducción: Motim. Gypsy Queen.
: So we waited for you to come home. Riding high on your visions done Touching darkness we wait by the sea. Holding on desperatly. Far from certain you
So we waited for you to come home. Riding high on your visions done Touching darkness we wait by the sea. Holding on desperatly. Far from certain you
stars and mobsters, above streets in helicopter Filled with doctors readin' the death roster Guts spillin' out like pasta, sky, misty, often tipsy From off the whiskey, the gypsy
macabre, Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As she graced her window ledge An orphaned gypsy
macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy
mobsters, above streets in helicopter Filled with doctors, readin the death roster Guts spillin out like pasta Sky, misty, often tipsy, from off the whiskey The gypsy
Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph
