De Mañana En Ocho Dias

From tomorrow in eight days, God will know where I'll be,
Different airs will give me and other lands I'll tread,
How beautiful eyes you have, I like the black of them,
With your lovely gaze, you make me dizzy with your sparkle...

And here's a greeting, for my buddy Valta,
And give it your all, my buddy...

Before I met you and then I dreamed of you,
And in the angels of heaven, I almost always saw you,
Tell me, love of my life, tell me now if you love me,
Don't hide your affections anymore, say that I'm one of your desires...

And a greeting, for Mr. Pedro Ávila,
From his nephew, the short one, and pure Sinaloa prickly pear listen...

I went to Chicago to see if I could forget you there,
But in every place, my soul saw you wherever I looked,
I leave you now, I'm absent now, I'm going back to my land,
To my Mexican land in case my soul waits for you there.