Con Los Ojos Del Alma
Carlos Gardel
With the Eyes of the Soul
They say that frosts dry out the eyes
They say that frosts dry out the eyes
That's how your eyes are drying me out
That's how your eyes are drying me out
Your eyes, yes, who would've thought?
That without me being dead, you would forget me
At one time the birds that were flying
At one time the birds that were flying
They used to stop to look at me
But now when?
They used to stop to look at me
But now when?
But now when, yes, let the flight
Of that white dove that's on the ground
With the eyes of the soul, I'm looking at you
With the eyes of the soul, I'm looking at you
And with the ones on my face, pretending
And with the ones on my face, pretending
Pretending, yes, who would've thought?
That without me being dead, you would forget me
