Las Flores Del Paraguay

I have red eyes and a golden soul
And green hands on the guitar
And sometimes I think I can't do anything
Because I live stuck in the capital

I love all the plants and their flowers
But the one I love is not from here
Green its stem green, green its spell
Green like my hand on the guitar

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
I love all the flowers of Paraguay

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
I love all the flowers of Paraguay

She comes from afar to enchant me
But there are nights when she makes me wait
And it's her perfume that drives me crazy
Rojaijú porá my kuñataí