Los dos amantes

Dark-skinned with black eyes, like my luck
like my luck

Which of the two lovers suffers more sorrows
The one who leaves or the one who stays
The one who stays, stays crying
And the one who leaves, leaves sighing

Come out, child, to your window, don't be ungrateful
Come out to listen to my serenade
The serenade and a being who adores you
Don't you see that this woman cries for your soul

They say goodbyes are not felt
Tell whoever tells you that, that's a lie
Ungrateful lie and a being who adores you
When you love, you even cry

Between white curtains and blue bars
Two lovers were lamenting
And they said they loved each other
And that not even death would make them forget

Come out, my beautiful love, don't be ungrateful
Come out to listen to my serenade
The serenade and a being who adores you
Don't you see that this woman cries for your soul

They say goodbyes are not felt
Tell whoever tells you that, that's a lie
Ungrateful lie and a being who adores you
When you love, you even cry