Las Tres Cosas

If it will be your hair
If it will be your mouth
If it will be your eyes
Or are the three things
That have driven me crazy

I don't know what to tell you
I don't know how to talk to you
Nor how to explain to you
The strange things
I feel when I look at you

It's your black hair
It's your red mouth
It's your clear eyes
That light up my soul
Just by looking at them

You are so divine
You are so precious
That it's not even your hair
Your mouth, your eyes
It's the three things