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Performed and recorded by members of the Nevsky String Quartet of St. Petersburg, Russia.


This vocal version hasn't been recorded yet but here are the lyrics:

The Gypsy Tango for Soprano

(Intro - instrumental)

Watch the Gypsy dance.
Makes me feel entranced, by his glance, full of fire.

Oh, what a passionate
In his Gypsy eyes,
Makes me want to cry, want to die, in his glow.

mira bailar el Gitano.
Cuando mueve me encanta,
la mirada
de fuego.

¡Que apasionados
ojos de fuego!
Quiero llorar,
y morir
en sus brazos.

Wouldn’t it be very grand,
Joining his Gypsy band,
dancing across the land,
for a coin or two?

I want to be bold,
have a Gypsy soul.
Have him to hold,
me in his arms.

Tener la vida libre,
respirando el aire libre.
Volando en el aire,
como aguilas fuertes.

No quiero mas,
que juntarnos mas,
contigo para el futuro.

(Instrumental interlude)

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, ay ay.
La la la la la.
¡Ay, Dios mio!

Storm, there’s a storm, coming fast, will it last,
Oh, my blood’s pounding faster and faster and Oh, my heart, my love.

Change, like the wind, like the dance, turning ‘round, turning fast,
can this last? Where’s my past? Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Not alone, like a stone. Not so cold again.
La, la la la la la la la la.

Fantasies go twirling through my head, they go faster and
Heaven lasts a moment and it’s gone in the past or
Real,. was it real or fantasy, my deep desires, or taste of the wine to my brain.
Was I clouded by the flash of the drum in the band of The Gypsy Tango?

(Optional repeat)
Humo del fuego sube arriba y arriba
hacer la escena oscuro y oscuro
Voces de gitanos resuenan en mi alma
Hipnóticas que me pegan al fondo de mi ser.

Angeles y diablos mezclados
Verdades no son claros. Me confunden los sonidos.
Soy pescado en el red de pescadores hermosos y magnéticos.

(Instrumental interlude)
Love, is what I want,
Is what I need, to complete, my destiny.
Time is not my friend,
why must it be my enemy?

Amar es vivir.
Es completar el sino de mi ser.
retratos de polvo
para el vejez.

(Vocal cadenza)
Desire from the burning fire
binds me to him.
Takes me higher to the passion within me.
Should I stay or go? I don’t know. Oh,
why can’t I do both?
Why do I have to decide.

llena mi pecho.
Soy perdida, Ay.
Mundos nos separan.
¿Que voy a hacer?

(Final verse ostinato, harp plays melody)
Now’s the time for me to choose.
Do I stay or go?
Do I win or lose?

What does fate have in store for me?
What adventures will I see?
Passion fills my breast.
Will I ever rest for the rest of my life.
Will the melody,
of the Tango stay with me,
for the rest of my life?

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