Olive Eyes
Green eyes are a problem of mine.
Oh girl,I won't beg for forgiveness; to err is divine,
And ever since those bells had played you long for her,
Married to a man your parents raised, your own brother.
The night is young,
Refrain from lighting his cigar. Familiar face,
You think we'll only breed contempt?
You have a womb?
You shall deliver me a boy.
He'll have my eyes,
My olive eyes.
Green eyes is a nephew of mine
Oh boy, I won't ask for my son now, the weather is fine.
And knowing as she does, his brother does, she bites her tongue.
Killing her because his swagger was, when she was young.
The night is young,
Refrain from lighting his cigar. Familiar face,
You think we'll only breed contempt?
You have a womb?
You shall deliver me a boy.
He'll have my eyes,
My olive eyes.
Green eyes who had clocked this in time.
Oh dear, had contempt for his uncle, his mother was fine.
And feeling as he did, the breach of trust surrounds his birth,
Through his real father, plunges weapon, full of mirth.
The night is young,
Refrain from lighting his cigar. Familiar face,
You think we'll only breed contempt?
You have a womb?
You shall deliver me a boy.
He'll have my eyes,
My olive eyes.
(Repeat x 2)
...he'll have my eyes,
My olive eyes...
Ojos de Oliva
Ojos verdes son un problema para mí.
Oh chica, no suplicaré por perdón; errar es divino,
Y desde que esas campanas sonaron, anhelas por ella,
Casada con un hombre que tus padres criaron, tu propio hermano.
La noche es joven,
Abstente de encender su cigarro. Rostro familiar,
¿Crees que solo criaremos desprecio?
¿Tienes un útero?
Debes entregarme un niño.
Él tendrá mis ojos,
Mis ojos de oliva.
Ojos verdes es un sobrino mío
Oh chico, no pediré a mi hijo ahora, el clima está bien.
Y sabiendo como ella sabe, su hermano sabe, ella se muerde la lengua.
Matándola porque su fanfarronería era, cuando ella era joven.
La noche es joven,
Abstente de encender su cigarro. Rostro familiar,
¿Crees que solo criaremos desprecio?
¿Tienes un útero?
Debes entregarme un niño.
Él tendrá mis ojos,
Mis ojos de oliva.
Ojos verdes que habían entendido esto a tiempo.
Oh querido, tenía desprecio por su tío, su madre estaba bien.
Y sintiendo como él lo hizo, la brecha de confianza rodea su nacimiento,
A través de su verdadero padre, hunde el arma, lleno de alegría.
La noche es joven,
Abstente de encender su cigarro. Rostro familiar,
¿Crees que solo criaremos desprecio?
¿Tienes un útero?
Debes entregarme un niño.
Él tendrá mis ojos,
Mis ojos de oliva.
(Repetir x 2)
...él tendrá mis ojos,
Mis ojos de oliva...