El Misterio

I don't know what the way you look at hurts.
I'm still looking for an answer to the mystery of your green eyes.
If what they say about them being the mirror of the soul is true.
She must have the most beautiful soul in Spain.
A hundred years ago the Church would have burned her at the stake,
for witchcraft and black magic, because those eyes are not from this Earth,
nor that bewitched gaze, from this planet.

Sometimes it happens, that you fall in love.
And you feel how that knot in your throat tightens,
and then your eyes shine, when your soul is touched,
when your soul is touched...
Sometimes it happens, that you fall in love.
And you feel how that knot in your throat tightens,
and then your eyes shine, when your soul is touched,
when your soul is touched...

Without mascara on her lashes, she shows off her bright eyes,
they shine so much in the darkness that they seem to have fallen from the sky,
how I wish every morning, to wake up with them,
and she closes the windows at dawn so the Sun can keep sleeping,
because this is something between you and me, this is something ours.

And don't close your eyes on me, leave them open,
we will turn this room into a great universe.

Sometimes it happens, that you fall in love.
And you feel how that knot in your throat tightens,
and then your eyes shine, when your soul is touched,
when your soul is touched...
Sometimes it happens, that you fall in love.
And you feel how that knot in your throat tightens,
and then your eyes shine, when your soul is touched,
when your soul is touched...