Gypsy Kings: Caminando Por La Calle
Greetings the coming winters cold
The Young Turks
Silently shouted revolution
With a simple smile
Content to find
The warming shelter
Of the others hand
The invitation
Found in the other’s eyes
No compromise
For
The celebration
The simple joy
La vida
Laughing
Sometimes he may step right
Or she left
But the subtle syncopation
Of pounding feet
Matched the hearts
Each to each
Each for each
Defiant to the world
In their acceptance of the other
Nothing could silence
The continual spring
Flowing from the united heart
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