Music: Juan Sánchez Gorio
Lyrics: Horacio Sanguinetti
Translation: Cristina and Vicente Muñoz, Felipe & Ayano
Recorded by Ricardo Malerba with Orlando Medina in 1942
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Pinto tus ojos
el azabache de una pena,
Gitana buena,
yo vi tus lagrimas de amor...
Caminos blancos
fueron pañuelo de tu llanto
y acongojaron tu corazon.
Gitana rusa,
no lo busques por las tabernas,
ni en las estepas,
ni en las calles del dolor...
Gitana triste,
seras mas triste cuando sepas
que tu gitano
se arrojo una noche al Don...
(Instrumental)
Gitana triste,
seras mas triste cuando sepas
que tu gitano
se arrojo una noche al Don...
(Unsung Part)
Las balalaicas
buscaron música en tus trenzas,
y los cosacos
cantaron a tu soledad.
Tus ojos negros
estaban lejos de la vida
ya no querían
volver a amar.
English
English
The jet-black of
sorrow painted your eyes,
Good gipsy,
I saw your tears of love...
White roads
were a handkerchief drying your tears
and afflicted your heart.
Russian gipsy,
you won't find him in the taverns,
neither in the steppes,
or in the painful alleys...
Sad gipsy,
you will be sadder when you know
that your gipsy man
one night jumped into the river Don...
(Instrumental)
Sad gipsy,
you will be sadder when you know
that your gipsy man
one night jumped into the river Don...
(Unsung Part)
The balalaikas
sought music in your braids,
and the Cossacks
sang to your solitude.
Your dark eyes
were far removed from life;
they no longer wished
to love again.
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