
I come from the East With an exotic beauty Talking…
I come from the East
With an exotic beauty
Talking through cards
Being a Seer and a Prophetess,
My sight is deeper than my
Knowledge
My love sweeter than revenge
My loyalty only for a lightheart
My perfume tells about deserts
And wild gazelles
I need beauty more than romance
I need money more than words
I need words from sincere lips
I am the talking poetry of the eastern winds
Bringing flowers you have never seen…
Eu sou a Pomba Gira Cigana do Oriente