In the loneliness of my moonless nights
I'm looking for the stars of your green eyes
and I repeat your name like a crazy woman
because I've afraid to love you so much.
I have to find my life
with the cross of your treachery,
I'm that fallen branch
That I gives no one compassion.
My black hair, my hair
What use is, Serrano
if I have no the consolation
of the softness of your skin?
My skins of brunette flower
What use is to me,
If the sorrow is tormenting me
because it must not be for you?
And this pain that bites me
It's a cross of passion,
I curse your green eyes
oh, your little green eyes,
I curse your heart.
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I don't know if you came from faraway lands,
I don't know if you were a blond or brown brave,
but, I remember of that morning,
you left me without you and your green eyes.
And now I walk for this life
Just like a curse,
I loved you so much
I have no salvation.
My black hair, my hair
What use is, Serrano
if I have no the consolation
of the softness of your skin?
My skins of brunette flower
What use is to me,
If the sorrow is tormenting me
because it must not be for you?
And this pain that bites me
It's a cross of passion,
I curse your green eyes
oh, your little green eyes,
I curse your heart.