Tu mirá' [English translation]

CHORUS:

And your look

It drives itself into my eyes like a sword

It drives itself into my eyes like a sword

A rose cries for love

A rose cries for love

And a white butterfly is her handkerchief

So much flying

Thirsty after so much flying

In a pool of clear water

The lark drinks up the sky

To start the day

To start the day

The rose, girl, dressed herself

A jewelled dress

I saw it from my little boat

I saw it from my little boat

And a fish dressed in silver

Peeking out to look at the shore

Peeking out to look at the shore

That afternoon in April

I told you: 'Come with me'

And you didn't want to come

And you didn't want to come

CHORUS

And my train of happiness

It's leaving, it's leaving

And my only dream is your look

And your look, shackles that torment me

Rose cut down

When I dream of your eyes at dawn

I can't escape from your look

CHORUS

• Artist:Lole y Manuel
• Album:Pasaje del agua (1976)