TRIS-TRAS

I don't know what you have in your eyes, if you look at me you kill me
You kill me if you smile at me, you kill me when you speak to me
My eyes cry for seeing you, my heart for loving you
My feet to reach you, my arms to embrace you
I wished to see you, thirty days each month
Each week its day and each day once
You have blue little eyes, I just noticed
If I had noticed earlier, I wouldn't have loved who I loved
Woe is me, I can no longer sing this little song
They say love is so blind that it doesn't know malice
During the first years everything is rose without thorns
There are women who lick cans like cats
If this world is not enough for you, become an astronaut
Oh brave women who show their teeth
Oh women who paint themselves with kaolin in the Ivory Coast by Rita
Riveiro; oh tall, round, colorful women
If this world is not enough for you, become an astronaut