Tu Mira

And your look
It pierces my eyes like a thorn
It pierces my eyes like a thorn
It pierces my eyes like a thorn
A rose cries for loves
A rose cries for loves
And a white butterfly serves as a handkerchief

From flying so much
Thirsty from so much flight
In a puddle of clear water
The lark drinks the sky, oh, oh

That April afternoon
I told you to come with me
And you didn't want to come
And you didn't want to come
You didn't want to come

And your look pierces my eyes like a thorn
It pierces my eyes like a thorn
It pierces my eyes like a thorn

And your look pierces my eyes like a thorn
It pierces my eyes like a thorn
It pierces my eyes like a thorn

And your look pierces my eyes like a thorn
And my train of joy goes away, goes away (it pierces my eyes)
I have no more dreams than your look (it pierces my eyes)

And your look pierces my eyes like a thorn
Cricket of my torments, broken rose (it pierces my eyes like a thorn)
When I dream of your eyes at dawn (it pierces my eyes)
I can't move away from your look (it pierces my eyes)

And your look pierces my eyes like a thorn
It pierces my eyes like a thorn
It pierces my eyes like a thorn

And your look pierces my eyes like a thorn