His eyes.

Your eyes so black, so beautiful, so pure, shine of living,
Stars uncertain, that the waters of the sea will hurt ties;
Your eyes so black, so beautiful, so pure, have gentle expression,
Sweeter than the breeze, as sweet as the navigator in the night singing,
Sweeter than the flute to break the solitude.

Your eyes so black, so beautiful, so pure, shine of living,
Infants are gentle, kind, funny joking smile.
Infants are gentle, joking, jumping on children's game.
Restless, mischievous - causing torment
With kisses pay us the pain of a moment
With so gentle.

Your eyes so black, so beautiful, so pure, so it is;
Sometimes shining, serene, calm, sometimes volcano!
Sometimes, oh! Yes, pour so weak, so loose shine
That seems to me that air them dies,
And eyes so gentle, that the tears moistens
Make me cry.

So beautiful infant, sleeping calm, awake to cry;
And dumb and dour, brooding thousand things, not think - to think.
Souls so pure virgin, the infant, sometimes the sky
Cai sweet harmony of a celestial harp,
A vague desire, and the mind dresses
With a veil of tears.

Whether missed, whether the wishes of the better country;
I love your eyes that cry without tears involved a pain.
I love your eyes so dark, so pure, of brilliance alive;
His eyes expressing so sweet harmony
That speak of love with so much poetry, with so much modesty.
Your eyes so black, so beautiful, so pure, so it is;
I love those eyes that speak of love
With so much passion.