Текст песни Doro Pesch - 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