Track 06: La Gitana
Your hair was full of roses, and the (....) that we danced.
The Sorceress enchanting, and the Paladin entrenched.
In the starlight as we wove us in a web of silk and steel.
Immemorial as the marble in the halls of Boaz Dil.
In the presence of the roses, the fountain and the youth.
Where the (.........................),
with the breezes and the dew.
In the starlight as we trembled from our lastward rest,
and the God came warm upon us in our pagan allegresse.
Was the (........) too seductive?
Did you feel trough the silence and the softness
all the tension of the steel?
Your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns,
and the midnight come upon us worth a million crazy morns.
Ah, my Gypsy, my Gitana, my Celia, where you (....) from the
dance that turned too early?
Oh! Sunny land in Spain!
My Gitana, my Celia, more delicious than the dove,
with your hair strewn with roses, and your lips so nicely-nice.
Shall I see you, shall I kiss you once again?
I wandered far from the sunny land in the southern,
through the icy polar stars.
I shall find you, I shall have you, I coming back again from the (.......)
to seek you in the sunny land of Spain!
I shall find you my gitana, my Celia, as of old with your hair strewn with
roses, and you body gay with gold.
I shall find you, I shall have you in the summer in the south,
with our passion in your body and our love of the world, now.
With our wonder and our worship be the world of flame and you,
My Gitana, my Celia.
I am coming back to you!