Tus Ojos Negros

In the black night of my bad luck,
Oh Saint Lucia of my heart!,
like two civilians, their eyes take me,
along the road of greatest pain.
I had my star, my sun, and my moon,
Oh Saint Lucia of my heart!,
but since the day I saw myself in their lashes,
I no longer have stars, nor moon, nor sun.
And more than my luck,
and more than death,
even blacker still
are those from Cai
that are killing me
Oh Saint Lucia!
Your black eyes, your eyes
are to blame for everything.
If I hadn't seen them,
by the nails of Christ,
I wouldn't be like this.
I want those two bright stars
to light me up night and day,
because if not, I'll die... my life.
Your black eyes, your eyes
candles of my pain.
Your eyes are to blame,...
they're to blame for everything.
You should have left me blind suddenly.
Oh Saint Lucia of my heart!,
and then for sure, I wouldn't have known,...
the bad part of being without reason.
Because they are blacker than the blackberry,
Oh Saint Lucia of my heart!,
ink and jet of my agonies,
coals that ignite my bad passion.
And from this blackness,
and from this bitterness,
and from this agony,
your little black eyes are to blame.
Oh Saint Lucia!
Your black eyes, your eyes
are to blame for everything.
If I hadn't seen them,
by the nails of Christ,
I wouldn't be like this.
I want those two bright stars
to light me up night and day,
because if not, I'll die... my life.
Your black eyes, your eyes
candles of my pain.
Your eyes are to blame,...
they're to blame for everything.