Ay...
The eyes of my brown-skinned man,
the eyes of my brown-skinned man
hold me captive in cross
that gave me poison
and I'm more dead than alive.
The eyes of who loves me,
are very black and olive-coloured,
the eyes of who loves me,
are very black and olive-coloured,
are black and olive-coloured,
are black and olive-coloured,
like the blackberry
growing in the fences.
But I can't deny,
but I can't deny
that I even have fever
if you stop looking at me,
partner of my soul
if you stop looking at me.
Yes, yes,
no, no,
without your eyes,
I die.
Yes, yes,
no, no,
without your eyes,
I die.