Como dos puñales [English translation]

Like two knives of damascening blades

your black eyes, hematite eyes

nailed in my soul their ice looking

and poured my life with their gief.

Your beautiful eyes, your sensual eyes,

your little black eyes, like two knives.

I want to see the sunset in your eyes

and to sing the sadness in your look.

I want to feel you mine, immensely mine,

that your sensual eyes murder

like two knives, my melancholy.

I want to feel you mine, immensely mine,

that your sensual eyes murder

like two knives, my melancholy.