When looking at your pretty eyes
And when looking at your beautiful forms1,
I say to myself: alas Chabela!
And knowing that you don't love me
And looking that you misprise me
I say to myself: alas Chabela!
When I pass walking
Under your window,
I shout you: Eita [whistling] Chabela!
More after your brother comes
And your mom and your dad
And they tell me: alas Chabela!
Ref:
Alas Chabela!, Chabela!, Chabela!
It is the name that I've inside
In my days and my nights
If I sleep and then I wake up
And in my dream I contemplate you
And I tell you: alas Chabela!
When you are walking
Showing all your curves,
I say to myself: ay, ay Chabela!
But after I see you vacillating
and flirting with other men
And I say to myself: I go, I go, very Cleopatra eh?, tousled Chabela.
But if at the end you would paid me attention
and you'll give me an embrace
I will say you: "But, that's brave woman, how you've changed!"
Alas Chabela!
More your love is a failure,
Better I give me a shot
And I say you: goodbye Chabela!
Ref:
Alas Chabela!, Chabela!, Chabela!
It is the name that I've inside
In my days and my nights
If I sleep and then I wake up
And in my dream I contemplate you
And I tell you: alas Chabela!
1. body