Y Mira Que Mira Y Mira
Y mira que mira y mira,
y mira que anda y anda.
Que quieras tú, que no quieras,
harás lo que yo te diga
si quieres vivir a mi vera.
Y mira que mira y mira...
Sufro por los ojos negros
de una gitana morena,
sólo con verlos me alegro
y se me quitan las penas
que en este mundo yo tengo.
Y mira que mira y mira...
Desde que te estoy queriendo,
yo no sé lo que me pasa,
cualquier verea que cojo
siempre me lleva a tu casa.
Y mira que mira y mira...
Ay mare mía,
que me quisiera,
en aquella barraquita
me quisiera y me amara.
Y mira que mira y mira...
And Look Who's Looking And Looking
And look who's looking and looking,
and look who's walking and walking.
Whether you want to or not,
you'll do what I tell you
if you want to live by my side.
And look who's looking and looking...
I suffer for the dark eyes
of a brunette gypsy,
just by seeing them I feel happy
and my sorrows disappear
that I have in this world.
And look who's looking and looking...
Since I've been loving you,
I don't know what's happening to me,
any path I take
always leads me to your house.
And look who's looking and looking...
Oh my goodness,
how I would like,
in that little shack
I would like and be loved.
And look who's looking and looking...