When that Gypsy Wind starts to blow When that Gypsy Wind starts to blow Cuando ese viento comienza a soplar gitana from New Orleans down to Mexico from New Orleans down to Mexico desde Nueva Orleans a México It reminds me of a girl I knew It reminds me of a girl I knew Me recuerda a una chica que conocí And some of those crazy things we used to do And some of those crazy things we used to do Y algunas de esas cosas locas que solíamos hacer Backwoods bars where they play all night Backwoods bars where they play all night Backwoods bares donde juegan toda la noche We'd drink and dance 'till the mornin' light We'd drink and dance 'till the mornin' light Nos gustaría beber y bailar 'hasta la mañana "luz When the sun came up. We'd be kissin' real slow When the sun came up. We'd be kissin' real slow Cuando salió el sol. Estaríamos besando muy despacio Makes me wonder yeah, where did those sweet times go? Makes me wonder yeah, where did those sweet times go? Me pregunto si, ¿de dónde esos momentos dulces ir? Oh the moon shone down like a golden gem Oh the moon shone down like a golden gem Oh, la luna brillaba como una joya de oro On her long hair wet from a midnight swin On her long hair wet from a midnight swin En sus largos cabellos mojados de una swin medianoche She would always be wild, she would always be free She would always be wild, she would always be free Ella siempre será salvaje, que siempre sería libre She'll always be mine in my memory. She'll always be mine in my memory. Ella siempre será el mío en mi memoria. Late at night when the warm winds blow Late at night when the warm winds blow Tarde en la noche cuando el viento sopla cálido I sit and listen to the river flow I sit and listen to the river flow Me siento y escuchar el caudal de los ríos And it reminds me of a girl I knew And it reminds me of a girl I knew Y me recuerda a una chica que conocí And some of those crazy things we used to do And some of those crazy things we used to do Y algunas de esas cosas locas que solíamos hacer (solo) (solo) (Solo) Oh times we laughed, times we cried Oh times we laughed, times we cried Oh veces nos reímos, lloramos veces And so many times we said goodbye And so many times we said goodbye Y muchas veces nos despedimos She was more than a lover, more than a friend She was more than a lover, more than a friend Ella era más que un amante, más que un amigo Oh I wonder if I'll ever see her again. Oh I wonder if I'll ever see her again. Oh, me pregunto si alguna vez vuelva a ver. When that Gypsy Wind starts to blow When that Gypsy Wind starts to blow Cuando ese viento comienza a soplar gitana from New Orleans down to Mexico from New Orleans down to Mexico desde Nueva Orleans a México It reminds me of a girl I knew It reminds me of a girl I knew Me recuerda a una chica que conocí And some of those crazy things we use to do And some of those crazy things we use to do Y algunas de esas cosas locas que usamos para hacer Oh, some of those crazy things we use to do Oh, some of those crazy things we use to do Oh, algunas de esas cosas locas que usamos para hacer When that Gypsy Wind starts to blow When that Gypsy Wind starts to blow Cuando ese viento comienza a soplar gitana from New Orleans down to Mexico from New Orleans down to Mexico desde Nueva Orleans a México It reminds me… It reminds me… Esto me recuerda ...