There are eyes that rob the tranquility
and yours are robbing mine
and for them my soul is dying
there are eyes that are killing me
(1) pretty eyes that are finishing me off
pretty eyes that are killing me
every time that your eyes see me
my poor soul begins to cry
every day i see them get prettier
from their lovely way of looking
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Even though you dispise me i love you
your eyes have bewitched me
i'd like that you wouldn't be ungrateful
and come with me by my side