Black eyes

Oh, those black eyes
You are always near
Now luring, now teasing,
With an innocent look.

Im young again and in love.
The soul is on fire.
Captivated by my eyes forever,
And my heart melts.

Ill give you a magical paradise
Among these roofs.
Hurry to the ends of the earth, to the ends,
Hurry to Paris.

Ill give it to you.
He will be mine.
Paris, which has seen everything,
Not the first, you, hero.

Devastated and ruined
And spat it out into the darkness,
Leaving the ardor undisclosed
Captured by poverty.

And those black eyes
Forgetting about pity
Gone, leaving forever.
Only the pain remained.

Oscar Strock.