Fog ravine, valley,
It's scary in the swamp under the echo ...
Gypsies walk, gypsies roam
He can't find a place for himself, he dreams ...
Someone got lost in the fog,
People say: I hid quietly
Don Juan, a gypsy man, -
A young girl is in trouble ...
Fog ravine, valley,
Don Juan flies after me lustfully ...
Patience, as I watched -
He is so scary, shaggy, gray ...
If I had a baby,
Urbino Matus would call him.
Whose breasts are caressing now
Your hands, oh, Banderas Diablos?
Don Juan, the wild dog,
He refuted the hopes of all the girls ...
Don Juan, the dog lusts,
I didn't look into the orphan's brown eyes ...
I was independent,
As much as she could, she loved whom she wanted.
You didn't hold my heart,
I swear: you can't hold a body!
My gorgeous body ...
