[Based on the story of Gustavo Adolfo Becquer (Spanish poet 1836-1870)]
And old legend tells
A spirit of the devil dwells
In a lake beyond the trees
And I found my ruin in this place
Green eyes
Like a beam of the sun
That, swift, hides while it runs
Within the white foam
Green eyes
Your glance burned my chest
The desire of the quest
Of some eyes like those
Loneliness did filled my soul
And my mind they stole
I became drunk with its melancholy
When I saw her eyes in water
Green eyes
Like a beam of the sun
That, swift, hides while it runs
Within the white foam
Green eyes
Your glance burned my chest
The desire of the quest
Of some eyes like those
My course was her call
To her bed of emeralds
Waters jumped in glints of light
And then closed over my body
Green eyes
Like a beam of the sun
That, swift, hides while it runs
Within the white foam
Green eyes
Your glance burned my chest
The desire of the quest
Of some eyes like those
7. Going On
I'm looking inside for
The particles of my past
Putting all together
To compose a neat contrast
And now, in the middle
I have found what ever lasts
Blowing like spring air
Is the love which brings a blast
I feel my prior time
Like a pantomine
In which what is prime
Never comes again
Meanwhile your living
Is going on
Love I have discovered
In the core of human frame
Where all is always changing
Love is every time the same
It's the force of past
To give me impulse to win the game
At the end of my way
Love cleans all my harshest blames away
I feel my prior time
As if was a crime
In which I think I'm
Who feels and gives pain
Meanwhile your living
Is going on