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La Falsa Moneda

[Estribillo:]Gitana que tu será,como la farsa moneaque de mano en mano va X2y ninguno se la quea. X2

Crusao lo' brasoo pa' no matarlaserrao' los ojos pa' no llora'temió ser débil y perdonarlay abrió la' puerta' de par en par.

Vete mujer mala, vete de mi veraruea lo mismito que una mardiciónque Undivé premita, que el gachó que quiera'pague tu' querees, tu' querees pague,con mala traisión.

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Besó lo' negro' sarcillo' fino'que allí dejara cuando se fue,y aquella' trenza' de pelo endrinoque en otro' tiempo' cortó pa' él.

Cuando se marchaba, no intentó miraalani lansó un quejio, ni le dijo adió',entornó la puerta y pa' no llamaalase clavó las uña', se clavó las uña'en el corasón.

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Phoney Money

Gypsy woman, you'll be like phony money,that goes from one hand to another and no one keeps it,that goes from one hand to another and no one keeps it,

Cross your arms so as not to kill herclose your eyes so as not to cry,he feared being weak and forgiving herand he opened the doors wide.

Go away, evil woman, get away from meit rolls back around just like a curse,that one day grants me, that the one who you love the mostrepays your love, your love he repayswith a stab in the back.Gypsy woman, you'll be like the phony money,that goes from one hand to another and no one keeps it,that goes from one hand to another and no one keeps it,

He kissed the fine black earringsshe left there when she went awayAnd those braids of jet black hairthat in another time she cut for him.

When she left, he didn't try or look at her,or utter a word, or say goodbye.He closed the door halfway and, so as not to call her,he dug his nails,he dug his nails, into his heart.

Gypsy woman, you'll be like the phoney money,that goes from one hand to another and no one keeps it,that goes from one hand to another and no one keeps it