A keresés eredménye oldal 4

Lady Laura

I'd like once to turn into a kid
And to scream that I need you so much
Allow me to take you in [my] arms and hear an old song
With a fearless princess that resembles me
 
And I would like [to hear] your voice that says: Courage, babe
You will have all the things and love desires that you wish for
How many are the things and the lovers that have separated us
And at least life returns, stronger than us
 
Lady Laura take me home again
Laura Laura still a story
Laura Laura [will] you cuddle me a bit?
Lady Laura
Lady Laura take me home again
Lady Laura still a story
Lady Laura hug me tight
Lady Laura
 
How many times have I lost myself deep in the night
With problems and much [lit. gigantic] that never win
Come yet to pass your had in the middle of my hair
Come tell me: courage, babe if you want you'll make it
When I was a kid I was an island in your arms
And I knew how to sleep peacefully there wherever you were
And I return to hear from you the words from when
My life was all a beautiful dream and much more
 
Lady Laura take me home again
Laura Laura still a story
Laura Laura [will] you cuddle me a bit?
Lady Laura
Lady Laura take me home again
Lady Laura still a story
Lady Laura hug me tight
Lady Laura
 
I'd like once to turn into a kid
And to scream that I need you so much
Allow me to take you in [my] arms and hear an old song
With a fearless princess that resembles me
 
Lady Laura take me home again
Laura Laura still a story
Laura Laura [will] you cuddle me a bit?
Lady Laura
Lady Laura take me home again
Lady Laura still a story
Lady Laura hug me tight
Lady Laura
 
Lady Laura take me home again
Laura Laura [will] you cuddle me a bit?
Lady Laura
Lady Laura take me home again
Lady Laura still a story
Lady Laura hug me tight
Lady Laura
 

It looks like love

If it's not because of love
It does look like it
This encore is still the same words
It's the same chorus
It's the same need of caress
The pleasure rediscovered
The pleasure one would like to share
 
If it's not because of love
It does look like it
Heart side, lesson side
Nothing changed
A glance, a smile
Chills, sighs, caresses
All these [useless] things that day after day
Make it seem like love
 
It looks like love
 
A glance, a smile
Chills, sighs, caresses
All these [useless] things that day after day
Make it seem like love
 
It looks like love
It looks like love
 

What use is it to fly?

Fast like the wind
I ran towards you.
The street still the same
you would disappear before my eyes.
 
But what use is it to fly,
always flying,
when love
no longer awaits you.
 
I saw you in the mirror,
you were beautiful as then.
You resembled a queen
of the night and of the dawn.
 
But what use is it to fly,
always flying,
when love
no longer awaits you.
 
But deep within every man
there's always the hope,
for this I ran
like the wind towards you.
 
I wanted to believe
in a miracle, who knows?
I wanted to believe
in a miracle, but.
 
But what use is it to fly,
always flying,
when love
no longer awaits you.
 
I would slowly return
after having seen you.
The street upon returning
was as long as ever.
 
But what use is it to fly,
always flying,
so much my love
no longer wants me.
 
If fast like the wind
I ran towards you.
Crying like a child
I was returning back home.
 
But what use is it to fly,
Always flying,
When love
No longer awaits me.
 
What use is it to fly!
What use is it to fly!
 

The cart driver

There's no more horrible life
than the one of the poor cart driver
with the prod in the hand
prodding the ox on front
Front... huella... huella... güey
 
Fellow of my life,
beware that ditch,
don't let the rod get broken
prod that ox of white tail
White tail... huella... huella... güey
 
I went out of Montevideo
towards my home
my woman might be saying:
'my husband brings a silk kerchief'
Silk kerchief... huella... huella... güey
 

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Contradictions

You want to play around with love
I only want to love you
You wanted for only a moment
And I always wanted to remain
But in our differences
Nothing is more the same
Than us two
 
Of the certainly of that love
I never doubted
Because everything was beautiful
And I got used to it
To the words of love that I never
Believed but accepted
 
Ah! You have things so difficult to understand
An invisible manner so present in your look
Like someone who loves and is afraid to like
Ah! I don't understand that passion
That I'm living with you
Forget about time and leave the bed unfinished
And that jealousy that I didn't want to have
 
Ah! You have things so difficult to understand
An invisible manner so present in your look
Like someone who loves and is afraid to like
Ah! I don't understand that passion
That I'm living with you
Forget about time and leave the bed unfinished
And that jealousy that I didn't want to have
 

Past the street corners of our house

I open the door without care, as all lovers
I run towards you
And in our encounter I cross the line with that embrace
I let everything [just] happen
The acceleration is crazy whenever I kiss your mouth
My heart races
Our body slips without control past the living room
What craziness, what passion
 
With you
With that traffic I go more
On the street corners of that house
There are neither laws nor [traffic] signals
 
We go on it, hon', but we stop on the road
At that time in the hallway
Hands and hugs what sweetness, lower or on the waist
Everything is always seductive
 
So many kisses and caresses
More words, more heat
And we arrive gasping at the lovers destination
In that room, our love
 
With you
With that traffic I go more
On the street corners of that house
There are neither laws nor [traffic] signals
 
With you
With that traffic I go more
On the street corners of that house
There are neither laws nor [traffic] signals
 
With you
With that traffic I go more
On the street corners of that house
No . . .
 

I only want

I only want to look at the fields,
I only want to sing my song,
but I don't want to sing alone,
I want a choir if little birds.
 
I want to take this friendly song
to whomever could need it.
I want to have a million friends
to be able to sing louder that way.
I want to have a million friends
to be able to sing louder that way.
 
I only want a strong wind,
to take my boat northbound
and, in the way, I will fish
to divide, later on, when I arrive.
 
I want to take this friendly song...
 
I want to believe in future peace,
I want to have a secure home,
I want my son to stand strong,
singing loudly, smiling free..
 
I want to take this friendly song...
 
I want love, always, in this life,
to feel the warmth of a friendly hand,
I want my brother smiling wide,
to see him cry but because of joy.
 
I want to take this friendly song...
 
Come with me to see the fields,
sing, also, my song with me,
'cause I don't want to sing alone,
I want a choir of little birds.
 

Don't forget me

Wherever you may be, my love, don't forget me,
and with whomever you may be, don't forget me.
 
I only want to be in your thoughts,
believe, for a moment, that you are thinking of me.
 
Wherever you may be, my love, don't forget me,
even if there would be another love you were happy with.
 
If you keep in your memory a little of what I loved you,
wherever you may be, my love, don't forget me,
 
I only want to be in your thoughts,
believe, for a moment, that you are thinking of me,
 
Wherever you may be, my love, don't forget me,
Think that I gave my love only to you.
 
I can't imagine getting away from you, from my existence...
Wherever you may be, my love, don't forget me,
 
Don't forget me... don't forget me.
 

So Romantic

I have nothing to do with this, so don’t even mention
I cannot comprehend your reasoning
The words I sing may frighten you
And to your ears they may appear exotic
 
But it happens that I cannot let myself
Be induced by a conversation that makes no sense anymore
I think there is nothing left to preserve or recall
Of the much or less that was between you and me
 
There is not a single force to silence me
Time will tell I was right
I only sing what has been required
I'm what it sounds (this is my opinion) I don’t sugar-coat
 
All I want is a perfect bigger chord
With everyone being able to shine in a song
I only sing what cannot be silenced
In other words I'm so romantic
I only sing what cannot be silenced
In other words I'm so romantic.
 

From the bottom of my heart

You, each time that I have seen you arriving,
when I realized that you were not going to stay,
decided I said: never again.
But, anew, being stupid, I tried
that bitter-sweet, when I know
what I feel when you leave.
 
You, in your hand is my heart,
you let it fall without compassion,
you look, disdainfully, at all this love
and, I think, that I born enough.
End up this craziness once and for all,
don't you ever come back to me.
 
Once again here,
taking care of the wounds of that love,
I will stay here
crying this sorrow again.
Now I have to learn
what living is if you are not with me.
 
You, each time that saw you arriving,
I didn't think you were going to leave,
but you never stayed here,
and from the bottom of my heart.
before I loose my mind,
don't you ever come back to me.
 
Once again here,
taking care of the wounds if that love,
I will stay here
crying this sorrow again.
 
And if you would ask me if my love
continues to be yours, I know that I,
anew, I will say, yes,
and from the bottom of my heart.
before I loose my mind.
don't you ever come back to me.
 
From the bottom of my heart.
don't you ever come back to me.
 

Air carnation

Like the air carnation,
that's how she was,
just like the flower.
pinned in my heart.
Oh, how much I cried
because she left me!
Like the air carnation,
just like the flower,
that's how she was.
 
In this region,
just like an ombu 1.
alone and without flower,
that's how I was.
And captured by grief,
through the years I lived,
just like an ombú
in this region.
 
And all my branches
were getting dry,
when one afternoon
she looked for my shade.
A bird sung
in my branches,
and the tree, without flowers,
got its bloom.
 
But a happy traveller,
-damn traveller-
crossed the country side,
and, in his arms, she left me,
and I remained
flowerless, once again.
The one that cross was the wind,
the wind of the Pampa 2.
that took her away.
 
(It repeats from the beginning)
 
Like the air carnation,
that's how she was,
just like the flower.
 

My black flowers

Hear under the ruins of my passion
and deep down in this soul that you no longer cheer,
among the dust of dreams and illussions
numbed sprout my black flowers.
 
They are my pains, buds made
with intense sorrow/grief in my inside,
they bury their roots, like the ferns
on the damp cracks of the mountains.
 
They are your disdains and your harshness,
they are your perfidious phrases and your coldness,
your vibrant kisses, are burning 1.
on adorned petals, black and cold.
 
They are the memories of those hours
when, held in my arms, you fell asleep
while I sighted for the dawns of your eyes,
dawns that were not mine.
 
They are my moans and my reproachs
hidden in this soul that you no longer cheer,
that's why they are as black as the nights
in the frigid poles, my black flowers.
 
So, keep this sad and weak bunch
that I offer you of those somber flowers,
keep them, don't be afraid, they are spoils
from the garden of my melancholy.
 

Hello

Say it for once
what do you want from me?
stop torturing me
don't make me suffer
 
you insist in telling me
you think too much about me
when you're alone
and needs to hear the voice
 
of whom loves you
you can't stand the pain
you get the phone and then call me
and when I say hello
 
you talk about love and sometimes cry
and get to my heart
you make me think you still love me
and feed this illusion
 
that ends in the weeks you forget me
when I think I forgot you
the phone ripps the walls of making me mad
my heart rushes, I see the same story again
and stunned I say hello and it is you
 
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The Neighbor’s Garden

Today I woke up thinking
About a dream I had at night
I sat up in my bed to think
About the dream that I had
About the dream that I had
About the dream that I had
 
I spent so much time thinking
About everything I dreamed
That for a moment I thought it was real
The dream that I had
The dream that I had
 
I dreamed that I entered the neighbor’s garden
And planted a flower
The next day he was smiling
Saying that spring had arrived
 
And when I opened the window
It was such a beautiful day
In the other garden
The neighbor was smiling
I remembered my dream
The dream that I had
The dream that I had
 

I Don't Suffer for You Anymore!

A word you said
was worth more than one oath,
I would split the mountains
You said that.
 
I'm a bit superstitious,
Because life is worth a little
But after what you've done to me,
I will love nobody.
 
I will not suffer anymore for you,
if you have betrayed me so,
I will never suffer for you again!
 
That doesn't work for me!
That doesn't work for me!!
 
And I don't think about revenge,
because I do not have the courage.
But the wound of my heart
it's great for me.
 
Let's go on in life,
another woman will love me.
Another street without flowers,
one more illusion
 
I will not suffer anymore for you,
if you have betrayed me so,
I will never suffer for you again!
 
That doesn't work for me!
That doesn't work for me!
 
Give me a woman with a soul for me!
Not an affair, affair I never want it again!
 
I never want it again!
I never want it again!
 
I will never suffer for you again!
 
That doesn't work for me!
That doesn't work for me!
That doesn't work for me!
That doesn't work for me!
 

It's Hard to Believe

It's hard to believe that you don't love me anymore
From that fire-like love, not even the ashes are left
 
That afternoon an unfeeling wind blew,
Carrying away our dreams to a world of loneliness
 
The moon was ours, the sun, and the road
And the passionate kiss, watery with the morning dew
 
It's hard to believe that you don't love me anymore
From that fire-like love, not even the ashes are left
 
I remember the nights of spring time
When heaven's honey would sweeten our sadness
 
We swore to love one another, and we were sincere
Together forever, words gone with the wind
 
Everything is over, a story has ended
On their journey toward oblivion, our memories drift away
 
It's hard to believe that you don't love me anymore
From that fire-like love, not even the ashes are left
 

Teneked

Vannak néma szerelmek, elvesztették a mondanivalójukat
Vannak kegyetlen szerelmek, melyeket végül visszaadnak
Vannak forró szerelmek, amelyek elillannak
és mások, melyek látszólag úgy nőnek ki a semmiből.
 
És van kétségbeesett és haldokló szerelem, mely célt tévesztett
és van halálos szerelem, amely összetör, és értelmetlen
és van olyan szerelem, amely életet ad, mely nem érti a részleteket
aki figyel, ha ránézel, aki éjjel-nappal törődik veled
mint ahogyan én érzek irántad.
 
Vannak makacs szerelmek, amelyek soha nem hagyják abba
Olyan meglepetések, amelyek soha nem jelentik be érkezésüket
Van szerelem, hazugság, amely megtöri a lelkedet.
Van olyan szerelem, amelyik nem lel nyugalmat
 
És van kétségbeesett és haldokló szerelem, mely elvesztette az utat
és van halálos szerelem, amely összetör, és értelmetlen
és van olyan szerelem, amely életet ad, mely nem érti a részleteket
aki terád figyel, ha ránézel, aki éjjel-nappal törődik veled
mint ahogyan én érzek irántad.
 
És van olyan szerelem, amely életet ad, mely nem érti a részleteket
aki terád figyel, ha ránézel, aki éjjel-nappal törődik veled
mint ahogyan én érzek irántad.
mint az én érzésem irántad.
 

Loneliness

I don't want anybody to tell me
that you have uprooted me from your sweet life.
My heart is asking for a lie
so that I can wait for your imposible call.
I don't want anybody to figure out
how bitter and profound my eternal lonliness is,
the night passes, the minutes grind
the nightmare of their slow tic-tac.
 
In the afflicted shadows of my bedroom, while waiting
for her steps that, perhaps, won't come back,
some times, seems to me, that they stop their walking
without daring, after, to come in.
But nobody is there, and she doesn't come,
it is a ghost that my illusion creates,
and that, as it fades, its vision leaves
ashes in my heart.
 
In the silvery dial of the clock
the hours that are dying, refuse to pass.
There is a parade of strange figures
that look at me with mockingly glances.
It is an endless caravan
that sink into oblivion with its spectral grimace.
With it goes your mouth, that was mine,
I only have left the anguish of my grief.
 
In the afflicted shadows of my bedroom, while waiting
for her steps that, perhaps, won't come back,
some times, seems to me, that they stop their walking
without daring, after, to come in.
But nobody is there, and she doesn't come,
it is a ghost that my illusion creates,
and that, as it fades, its vision leaves
ashes in my heart.
 

I'm gonna forget myself

It's not the same to see oneself in the mirror
I feel you far
I die on the inside and I listen in silence
The rain says I lost you
It doesn't matter if the house is big
If I'm leaving on a trip
The business is good if that was my dream
If the car I have runs very fast
 
I regret of being a grinch
All these years I lived with you
For give me if I didn't found out
I was your owner and I want to be your friend
 
I'm gonna shave and tide my bed
I'm gonna wear my best suit
I'm gonna serve your place there in the table
To feel that I'm with you again
I'm gonna ask the time to not pass
I'm gonna turn on the light of my promises
I'm gonna sit down in front of the street
To wait and see if you come back
 
I've been a fool for leaving you alone
For looking for a thousand things
For my great invention if after all
And now I have nothing if you're not here
 
I'm gonna forget myself
I can make you happy
We'll stay here
I'm gonna forget myself
 

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Not to Be Together

I know, sometimes if hurts like hell,
but I've heart that's love
even broken down from tears and wet,
may you not want anyone else to warm you up!
 
Chorus:
Even if my heart get changed,
hoping it will separate us,
I will love you will my new heart, do you hear it, without stopping,
I'll love you like that...
I've felt all the pain on Earth,
but I feel the most hurt if we're not together
don't leave me without love anymore! Don't, love!
 
The blood inside me turns into ice without you,
don't make me miss you like that ever again
when such a love dies
even the crows cry sad...
 
Chorus:
 
If you tell me 'come',
I'll come back to you
from the dead,
that's how I love you, that's how!
 
Chorus:
Please, don't... it hurts without you, it hurts
take my heart into your hands... forever!
 
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Fresh fruit

That kiss of your mouth that tastes to me like fresh fruit
That slipped from your lips and got stuck in my head
That kiss I dream of when pain stalk me
That takes me to the very heaven and brings me back to earth
I pray, pray, pray, and though I have no cure
May the memory of her kisses drive me insane
 
Yes, yes, yes this love is so deep
You're my favorite and may everyone know it
 
You're my favorite, the little girl of my eyes
Who makes my life sweet, who calms my anger
Who's the prettiest when I take her to a party
The one who always sleeps in my bed with the angels
 
Let they say it on the radio that I really love you
Let they say it on the news and after the TV drama
On a sign that say there's no one like you
Let they say it on China, let they say it on the moon
 
Guararé Guararé
Guararé, guararé, guararé
Ay, guararé Guararé
Don't forget me because I won't forget you
 

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The sea's old man

Pay much attention
To the story I'm about to tell
Listen well this song
The song of the man who lived in the sea
In the sea...
By the early morning
He'd go together with his boat to the high sea
He'd arrive together with dusk
And no one would know where he had been to
 
In the sea...
 
He wouldn't talk to anyone
Quiet, always thinking
Everyone said that maybe
He was looking for someone
Who he lost in the sea
In the sea...
 
But one day by the morning
Everyone saw the old man
Entering his boat
But his boat didn't come back
Everyone got together to stare at the sea
The sea...
 
From this day forward
He showed up in nowhere
They looked for him nonstop
But the old man, everyone thinks he died
And the sea...
 
Some even say
That for many years, many people saw
Certain boat to wander
In the lonely's sea darkness
In the sea...
In the sea...
In the sea...
 

Time passes? It doesn't pass

Time passes? It doesn't pass
in the abyss of the heart
There within, prevails the grace
of love, flourishing in song.
 
Time nears us
each time a little bit more, it reduces us
to one sole verse and one rhyme
of hands and eyes, in the light.
 
There isn't consumed time
nor is there time to economize.
Time is all dressed up
in love and the time of love.
 
My time is yours, beloved,
they transcend any measure.
Beyond love, there is nothing,
to love is the juice of life.
 
The yesterday as much as the now
Are both calendar myths,
and your anniversary
is a birth at all hours.
 
And our love, which blossomed
from time, has no age,
so that only who has loved has heard
the appeal of eternity.
 

Passage of the Year

The last day of the year
isn't the last day of time.
Others day shall come
and new thighs and bellies shall communicate to you the heat of life.
You shall kiss mouths, you shall rip up papers,
you shall make voyages and so many celebrations
of birthday, graduation, promotion, glory, sweet death with symphony
and choir,
that the time shall remain replete and you shall not hear the clamor,
the irreparable howls
of the wolf, in solitude.
 
The last day of time
isn't the last day of everything.
There always remains some fringe of life
where two men sit.
A man and his opposite,
a woman and her foot,
a body and its memory,
an eye and its glimmer,
a voice and its echo,
and who knows if even God . . .
 
Receive with simplicity this present of chance.
You deserved to live one more year.
You hoped to live forever and to deplete the dreg of the centuries.
Your father died, your grandfather too.
In you yourself many things have already expired, others peek out at death,
but you are alive. Still one more time you are alive,
and with a cup in hand
you await the dawn.
 
The appeal of inebriating oneself.
The appeal of the dance and of the shout,
the appeal of the colorful ball,
the appeal of kant and of poetry,
all of them . . . and none of them resolves things.
 
The morning of a new year surges up.
The things are clean, orderly.
The body of gestures replenishes itself in foam.
All the senses function in alertness.
The mouth is eating up life.
The mouth is stuffed with life.
The life spills from the mouth,
besmirches the hands, the pavement.
Life is fat, smelly, mortal, sub-reptilian.
 

The Curves of the Road to Santos

If you intend to know who I am
I can tell you
Get in my car, (while in) the road to Santos
And you'll know me
You may think I don't even like myself
And that, in my age, only speed stays with me
 
I'm always alone
And, in my way, time is shorter and shorter
I need help
Please come to me
I'm very lonely
If, by any chance, during a curve I remember my world
I step it up, correct (my turn) in a second, I mustn't stop
 
I prefer the curves of the road to Santos
Where I try to forget
A love I had
And saw (it) fade in the rear-view mirror
But if I ever find again the love I've lost
The curves are over
And on the road of Santos I won't drive again
No, I won't drive (there) again
 

I descend

through the internal gravel of the earth,
where the skeleton of life
is petrified protesting.
Like a river on the contrary,of waters provoked
by dead hallucinations floating led
towards the soul of the earth,
I search for the udders of fire.
 

Loyal Sonnet

Words of silica, roughness,
Rain on the dunes, gorses, hunted
Animals in the midst of morning haze,
The beauty that they have if it is beauty.
 
The work of the Portuguese jointer,
The waves of handcrafted woods
Leaving behind their blaze in the sands,
The loneliness clotted up atop the table.
 
The syllables of cedar wood, of paper,
The vegetable foam, the seal of water,
Falling into my hands from the beginning.
 
The lampshade, its loyal moonlight,
Insinuating without love or heartache
The night that besieged my craft.
 

Childhood

Enormous
dreams like cedar trees
that it is necessary
to bring from faraway
to the shoulders
to find
in the winter of the memory
this rustling
of flame:
your perfume,
firewood
of melancholy.
 

Edgar Allen Poe

The winter in Boston was brief.He drank.Syllables
opened themselves one by one through the tunes of the room.Drops
Of alcohol.Who remembers the fallen rain in his
name?
He perused all night through the ancestral books and discov-
ered anything,no one knows what it may be,perhaps the
portrait of Annabel Lee.He sketched it out on the window pane car-
ried with shadow and the room dawned.
'But that matters little(says the black magic),the filter
merely decomposed earlier the horror in light,it did not
alter the loneliness of the days,that the night separates one
from the others always'.
 

Feeling of the world

I have merely two hands
and the feeling of the world,
but I am full of slaves,
my memories run
and my body compromises
in the confluence of love.
 
When I'll get up, the sky
will be dead and looted,
I myself will be dead,
dead my desire, dead
the swamp without harmonies.
 
The comrades didn't say
that there was a war
and that it was necessary
to bring fire and nourishment.
I feel scattered, behind the borders,
humbly I beg ye
to forgive me.
 
When the bodies will pass,
I will remain alone
defying the recollection
of the bellman, of the widow and of the microscopist
who inhabited the tent
and who weren't discovered
at dawn
that dawn
greater than night.
 

Don't cry anymore

Time has worn, the dreams that I kept
And that I won't be able to give you.
Today naked and scared, I lost my temper and I failed,
I'd better go.
Without this love, tired
Of looking at each other, torn apart,
I quit, I didn't say goodbye.
This empty love, was filled
With delirium and rancor.
 
Don't cry anymore, please,
Cover yourself with cold and leave your pain to the time.
You'll see tomorrow there will be a sun,
That brings a little heat, it will be better.
It will be better, it will be better ...
 
Perhaps I have condemned myself,
I couldn't make you happy,
But it's worse to stay.
Without this love, tired
Of looking at each other, torn apart,
I quit, I didn't say goodbye.
This empty love, was filled
With delirium and rancor.
 
My life, don't cry anymore, please,
Let the forgetfulness return me your forgiveness,
And abandon the fear of falling,
And let loose the heart, that equal it is going to break.
It's gonna break, it's gonna break ...
 
Don't cry anymore, please,
Cover yourself with cold and leave your pain to the time.
You'll see tomorrow there will be a sun,
That brings a little heat, it will be better.
It will be better, it will be better ...
 
•Translation done by Stavroula Chaloulakou

->Every comment concerning the improvement of my translations is always accepted.

I don't know what your eyes have done to me

I don't know if it's love what I feel,
I don't know if it could be a passion,
I only know that when I don't see you,
through my heart, sorrow prowls...
I don't know what your eyes have done to me
that just by glancing, they kill me with love,
I don't know what your lips have done to me
that when they kiss mine, one forgets grief.
 
Your eyes for me,
are lights of illussion
that brighten the passion
that I keep for you.
Your eyes are sparkles
that go reflecting
tenderness and love.
Your eyes are divine
and they have me imprisoned
in their contour.
 
Your eyes, for me,
are the true reflection
of a soul that, when loving,
will love deliriously.
Your eyes, for me, will be
the light in my way
that, faithfully,
will guide me
by a path of hope and splendor,
because your eyes are my love!
 
I don't know how many sleepless nights
i spent thnking of your eyes,
but I know that, one night, falling sleep
about your eyes I dreamed...
I don't know what your eyes have done to me
that they bewitch me with their radiance,
I only know that I carry your image in my soul
engraved with fire of love!
 
Your eyes for me,
are lights of illussion
that brighten the passion
that I keep for you.
Your eyes are sparkles
that go reflecting
tenderness and love.
Your eyes are divine
and they have me imprisoned
in their contour.
 
Your eyes, for me,
are the true reflection
of a soul that, when loving,
will love deliriously.
Your eyes, for me, will be
the light in my way
that, faithfully,
will guide me
by a path of hope and splendor,
because your eyes are my love!