Текст и перевод песни Pedro Infante - Sus ojitos - Remastered

Sus ojitos - Remastered

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 rebonitos
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 quero 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 Pretty Eyes - Remastered

How beautiful are her eyes
That seem like tiny points of life.
Don't let me say goodbye like this
Without having sworn my love to them.
They are small but very beautiful
And half-open, they look like slits.
I don't want them to ever be sad
Her eyes, full of sunshine.
Her eyes, when they look at me
They played a trick on me
And now I have the hope
Of being able to steal them.
I want to take her to my house
To sing to her and bother her.
With my arm I'll make a hook
To take her with me for a walk.
I want to see her knead the dough
And hurry her up with the beans and huazontle.
I want to see her carrying a little child
Who will soon call me daddy.
That he may resemble me in his masculinity
Nothing less than his father
And that he may get from his mother
That way of looking.
I want to see her knead the dough
And hurry her up with the beans and huazontle.
I want to see her carrying a little child
Who will soon call me... Daddy.