Sus Ojitos
Qué bonitos que son sus ojitos
Que parecen puntitos de vida
No permitas que así me despida
Sin haberles jurado mi amor
Son chiquitos pero re bonitos
Y entreabiertos, parecen rendijas
Yo no quiero que nunca se aflijan
Sus ojitos llenitos de Sol
Sus ojitos, al mirame
Me jugaron una chanza
Y ahora traigo, la esperanza
De podérmelos robar
Me la quiero llevar pa' mi casa
Pa' cantarle y pa' darle la lata
Con mi brazo le haré una alcayata
Pa' llevarla conmigo a pasear
Quiero verla torteando la masa
Y apurarle al frijol con huazontle
Quiero verla cargando un escuincle
Que muy pronto me diga papá
Que en lo macho, se parezca
Nada menos que a su padre
Y que saque de su madre
Ese modo de mirar
Quiero verla torteando la masa
Y apurarle al frijol con huazontle
Quiero verla cargando un escuincle
Que muy pronto me diga papá
Her Little Eyes
How beautiful her little eyes are
That look like little dots of life
Don't allow me to say goodbye like this
Without having sworn my love to them
They are small but really pretty
And half-open, they look like slits
I never want them to be distressed
Her eyes full of sunshine
Her eyes, when looking at me
Played a trick on me
And now I carry the hope
Of being able to steal them
I want to take her to my house
To sing to her and annoy her
With my arm, I'll make a hook
To take her with me for a walk
I want to see her kneading the dough
And enjoying the beans with huazontle
I want to see her carrying a little one
Who will soon call me dad
That in manliness, she resembles
Nothing less than her father
And that she takes from her mother
That way of looking
I want to see her kneading the dough
And enjoying the beans with huazontle
I want to see her carrying a little one
Who will soon call me dad