Cristina Sosa & Daniel Nacucchio at Tangamente (3 of 4)

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Y fue una tarde, domingo grato, en la retreta de aquel pueblito que la gitana vio al paisanito y en sus ojazos brilló el amor... Cerca le dijo: “Si tú me dieras una moneda, yo te diré cuál es tu suerte... ¡Ay, si supieras!” Y al paisanito le dio a entender... Yo sé que por ti suspira de amor quien te ama con toda su alma... Morena de ojazos negros que sufre por ti sin calma... Tú no entenderás... y triste se irá llorando tu fiel morena... Tendrás en tu pecho pena porque tu amor no vendrá.... Y muchas tarde, en la retreta, que indiferente el paisano estaba, la fiel gitana se le acercaba y emocionada siempre le habló... Dejó de verla cuando la amaba y el paisano buscó su amor, mas la gitana se fue del pueblo y en su secreto lloró el dolor...

English

And it was a pleasant Sunday afternoon, in the retreta of that small town that the gypsy woman saw the little countryman and love shone in her big eyes... Nearby she said to him: "If you give me a coin, I will tell you what your luck is... Oh, if you only knew!" And to the little countryman he gave to understand.... I know that he who loves you with all his soul who loves you with all his soul... Dark-eyed brunette who suffers for you without calm... You won't understand... and sadly will go away crying your faithful brunette... You will have sorrow in your chest because your love will not come .... And many an afternoon, in the retreta, the countryman was indifferent, the faithful gypsy would approach him and always excitedly spoke to him... He stopped seeing her when he loved her and the countryman looked for his love, but the gypsy woman left the village and in her secret she cried the pain...