Yo Vendo Unos Ojos Negros

I sell some black eyes
who wants to buy them
I sell them for sorcerers
because they have treated me badly.

The more I want you, the more I love you
and every night I spend
sighing for your love.

Every time I feel sad
I go to the seashore
to ask the waves
if they have seen my love pass by.

The flowers in my garden
fade with the sun
and the eyes of my black one
cry for the good they adore.

The more I want you, the more I love you
and every night I spend
sighing for your love.