Yo Vendo Unos Ojos Negros
Los Huasos Quincheros
I Sell Some Black Eyes
I sell some black eyes,
Who wants to buy them?,
I sell them for sorcerers,
Because they have treated me badly.
I sell some black eyes,
Who wants to buy them?,
I sell them for sorcerers,
Because they have treated me badly.
The more I would like you, the more I love you
And every night I spend
Sighing for your love.
Music.
Every time I feel sad,
I go to the shore of the sea,
To ask the waves,
If they have seen my love pass by.
Every time I feel sad,
I go to the shore of the sea,
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 flowers in my garden,
Fade with the sun
And the eyes of my black one,
Cry for the good they adore.
The more I would like you, the more I love you
And every night I spend
Sighing for your love.
The more I would like you, the more I love you
And every night I spend
Sighing for your love.
