Los Ojos de Mi Moza

The eyes of my girl
sharp as a knife's edge,
The eyes of my girl
and I can't live without them,
Virgin of El Pilar,
without the eyes of my girl,
Virgin of El Pilar.

Little stream of my village,
I can confide in you,
Little stream of my village
that today they saw her
shed a tear for my love,
shed a tear for my love,
little stream of my village.