De Mañana en Ocho Dias

From tomorrow in eight days
God knows where I'll be,
Different airs will give me
And other lands I'll tread,

How beautiful eyes you have
I like the black in them,
With your lovely gaze
They dazzle me with their sparkle...

Before I met you
I used to dream of you,
And in the angels of heaven
I almost always saw you.

Tell me, my dear, my love
Tell me now if you love me,
Don't hide your affections anymore
Say that I am one of your loves...

I went to Chicago
To see if I could forget you there,
But everywhere my soul went
It found you.

I leave you now, I'm absent
I'm going back to my land,
It's the land of Potosina
There my soul awaits you.