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,...
Exposição de bonsai no Museu da República - RJ
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