Los Ojos de Mi Negra

The eyes of my girl
Are like two little berries.
Windows to my life,
Joyful and pretty,
Wow! Little woman’s eyes.
They’re good and deceitful,
The eyes of my girl,
Deceitful if they trick me,
Good if they bring me joy
In my sad suffering.
I don’t know where they are
And I don’t know who those eyes are looking at.
God knows if they’re crying for me,
God knows if they’re searching for me, maybe yes.
The eyes of my girl, I’ve lost track of them,
Let’s see who finds them
Or I won’t forget them, they must be around.
I don’t know where they are.....(repeat)