Gypsies

well these gypsies,
they are singing
in the market in the square,
and these gypsies
they are singing
to a world that doesn't care.
these gypsies take you down,
these gypsies see the truth,
these gypsies,
they don't care about your beauty
or your youth.
well these gypsies,
they are singing
as you drink your poisoned wine,
these gypsies,
they are singing
as you are running out of time,
and these gypsies take you down
and these gypsies see the truth
and these gypsies don't care
about your beauty or your youth.
these gypsies, they are dying
but their song goes on the same,
these gypsies ,they are dying
from your hate and pain.
these gypsies take you down,
these gypsies see the truth,
these gypsies,
they don't care about your beauty
or your youth.
these gypsies
these gypsies
these gypsies
these gypsies
these gypsies, they don't care about your beauty or your youth.