Os Olhos

I don't know what color they were
The beautiful eyes I saw
They were so gentle and tender
And because of them, I almost died

Black, they were not black
They didn't have the color of the night
Because in every afternoon
They remind me of a great love

Blue, they were not blue
They didn't have the color of the sky
Nor the shining stars
They didn't have their brightness

Black eyes are false
Brown ones are bewitching
Greenish eyes
They are the true ones

I already know what color they were
The beautiful eyes I saw
They were so beautiful and green
And because of them, I almost died