GYPSY DANCE Piano Solo - Digital Sheet Music

Music and song composed by me♫ * ´¨` * • .¸¸. ♫ GITANA DANCE ♫ * ´¨` * • .¸¸. ♫And it is another day that passes and goesI know another equal will not returnI feel restless, I lose my colorsInvaded by the gray of the outside worldNeed for loveAnd that sense of emptinessSuspended in limbo, I move in slow motionI invent a fairy tale from the pastI miss the affection of my tribeI wear a 1000 color dressI weave my hair with grass and flowersGypsy again in this other life of mineIt's not just a fairy tale, it's an endless storyAmong the elves, the gypsy fairies and violinsIn woods close to ancient realmsI also feel beautiful, happy and acceptedhere is the banal woman who has changedthe gypsy dance cries inside meit is a fire that melts this cold that is thereit is freedomit is desire to liveit's gypsy dance and I'm the queenAgain I break down this identity of mineThe nemesis goes crazy and will unleashMy spiritWho is young and freeI mud and diamondMatt and shinyI alpha female of a group of witchesUnleash storms, suspended threatsThen a rainbow of many colorsHere The rain is over, the flowers wake upLet's dance happily in this kingdom of mineIn a merry-go-round, malia of a beautiful dreamIn my other world I don't want to go backIf I'm not anyone'sLeave me aloneI will not returnIn this fairy tale, I will hideA still imageI will seem to youTurn that sheet over and I'll be animatedand the end will be"Monica disappeared", in the world hereBut in this kingdom of mine I will live foreverFrom a cover I will smile at youI'm not a gypsy, I'm not a queenbut inside of me I remained a childGypsy violins no longer playI miss the affection of my tribeand I go back to that time when everything was emptydreaming and flying was my only gameI'm not that bad in the world herein the shoes that I wear in my realitybut the gypsy dance cries inside meit is a fire that melts this cold that is thereit is freedomit is desire to liveit's gypsy dance and I'm the queenI trample with joy my "but" and my "if"Inadequacy I no longer know what it isAnd still I will be able to feel that thrillThe apparent, distant and distant deathThe gypsy dance here under the moonAncient ritual that brings luckYou will be welcome in my tribeIn this book of mine, you can write the end ...Monica Bergo