Rie Chinito
Perotá Chingó
Little Chinese Laughs
Little chinese laughs
He laughs, and I cry because he laughs without me
He laughs in the night
And squeezes the most beautiful brown eyes I've seen
He blows the flute
He climbs the mountain, perhaps tomorrow he'll come down
The morning rises, the Sun dazzles him
The winds rest and the chinese boy calms
Little chinese laughs
He laughs, and I cry because he laughs without me
He laughs in the night
And squeezes the most beautiful brown eyes I've seen
He blows the flute
He climbs the mountain, perhaps tomorrow he'll come down
Look at the Moon, my girl, and know
That the night is long and the path is clear
My little piece of the river, until where you come down
My little piece of the river
Little chinese laughs
He laughs, and I cry because he laughs without me
He laughs in the night
And squeezes the most beautiful brown eyes I've seen
He blows the flute
He climbs the mountain, perhaps tomorrow he'll come down
Look at the Moon, my girl, and know
That the night is long, and the path is clear
My little piece of the river, until where you come down
My little piece of the river
My little piece of the river, until where you come down
My little piece of the river
