Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Fortuneteller , by - Doro. Song from the album True At Heart, in the genre Классика металаRelease date: 31.12.1990
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
The Fortuneteller |
| I never got into magic, but the magic got into me |
| I’d been tangled up in love, but afraid of being free |
| Men… I don’t understand them |
| They take you for all you got |
| And leave you howling at the moon |
| And thinking of… I don’t know what… |
| Yeah, I do. |
| Thinking of that man |
| Is he alone? |
| Is he thinking of me? |
| Does he still love me? |
| I needed some answers. |
| Deep answers … |
| So there I was on the side of town where the beggars sleep |
| It was late. |
| Real late … |
| But I knew she’d be open. |
| Gypsies love the night |
| I heard that from a friend who once knew one |
| Sure enough her light was on and her door was cracked |
| The smell of incense made the night air cry out in desperation |
| But I didn’t care. |
| I was looking for revelation |
| So I walked in and made my way through a curtain of beads |
| I put some money on the table |
| And she reached for a deck of cards and said: «Sit.» |
| She told me to look in her eyes |
| I did… But I also kept my eye on that deck |
| She gazed at a card and then she said … |
| I can see that you don’t really want to know |
| What your future holds as you travel down the road |
| You’d rather believe that dreams do come true |
| Than to find out they can lie to you |
| She picked the money up from the table and stuffed it in her blouse |
| I said, «Wait a minute … I was expecting a little bit more than that.» |
| She said, «What do you want me to do? |
| Turn myself into a cat? |
| I could you know. |
| And I believed here |
| Everything got deadly quiet |
| Man, I was scared, but I didn’t show it |
| Then she broke the silence. |
| «Why are your palms sweating, child?» |
| God, this woman was good |
| I asked her to read my palm. |
| She said |
| «All right, but it’ll cost you another fifty |
| And then I’m going to bed. |
| Gypsies hate the night… |
| Gimme your hand. |
| I’m gonna read between the lines.» |
| I can see that you don’t really want to know |
| What your future holds, as you travel down the road |
| You’d rather believe that dreams do come true |
| Than to find he might be leaving you |
| She said … I can see that you don’t really want to know |
| What your future holds as you travel down the road |
| You’d rather believe that dreams do come true |
| So does the man who’s followed you |