Sus Ojitos - Pedro Infante

Que bonitos que son sus ojitos

Que parecen puntitos de vida

No permita que así me despida

Sin haberle jurado mi amor

Son chiquitos pero re’bonitos

Y entreabiertos parecen rendija

Yo no quiero que nunca se aflijan

Sus ojitos llenitos de sol

Sus ojitos al mirarme me jugaron una chanza

Y ahora traigo la esperanza de podermelos robar

Me la quero llevar pa' mi casa

Pa' cantarle y pa’darle la lata

Con mi brazo le hare una alcayata

Pa' llevarla conmigo a pasear

Quero verla tortiando la maza

Y apurarle al frijol con huazontle

Quero verla cargando un escuincle

Que muy pronto me diga papa

Que en lo macho se parezca

Nada menos que a su padre

Y que saque de su madre ese modo de mirar

Quero verla tortiando la maza

Y apurarle al frijol con huazontle

Quero verla cargando un escuincle

Que muy pronto me diga papa

How beautiful are his eyes

that look like points of life

Don't let me say goodbye like this

Without having sworn my love

They are small but they are pretty

And half-open they look like a crack

I don't want them to never grieve

His little eyes full of sun

His little eyes when looking at me played a trick on me

And now I bring the hope of being able to steal them

I want to take her to my house

To sing to him and to give him the can

With my arm I will make a spike

To take her with me for a walk

I want to see her roasting the mace

And rush the bean with huazontle

I want to see her carrying a escuincle

That very soon dad tell me

That she in the male she looks like

none other than his father

And that she take from her mother that way of looking

I want to see her roasting the mace

And rush the bean with huazontle

I want to see her carrying a escuincle

That very soon dad tell me