Deepest, darkest eyes, eyes of hot desire,
Eyes with passion's flame and of beauty rare,
I do love you so, but I fear you so,
Seems I met your fateful gaze on a fateful day!
The white tablecloth is all soaked with wine,
The hussars all sleep in a slumber sleep,
But one does not sleep, he drinks still champagne,
To the dark eyes of a gipsy girl.
Had we never met, I'd not suffer so,
I would have lived my life smiling joyously,
You have destroyed my soul, dark and lovely eyes,
Carried off forever my happiness!
Deepest, darkest eyes,...
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