Well these gypsies, they are singing in the market in the 
square,
And these gypsies they are singing to a world that 
doesn't care.
These gypsies take you down, these gypsies see the truth,
These gypsies, they don't care about your beauty or your 
youth.

Well these gypsies, they are singing as you drink your 
poisoned wine,
These gypsies, they are singing as you are running out of 
time,
And these gypsies take you down and these gypsies see the 
truth
And these gypsies don't care about your beauty or your 
youth.

These gypsies, they are dying but their song goes on the 
same,
These gypsies ,they are dying from your hate and pain.
These gypsies take you down, these gypsies see the truth,
These gypsies, they don't care about your beauty or your 
youth.
These gypsies (x4)
These gypsies, they don't care about your beauty or your 
youth