Ojos - Willie Colón, Rubén Blades

Hay ojos de miles miradas.

Cristales que observan al mundo pasar.

Ojos que encuentran fortuna mirando a la luna y a su resplandor.

Hay ojos que emanan ternura y hay ojos de inmenso dolor.

Ojos que en noches oscuras viven de amarguras y desolacion.

Pero hay ojos que saben reir.

Hay ojos de eterno fulgor.

Ojos que ven en las flores de multicolores la gracia de Dios.

Ojos, de jovenes y viejos.

Ojos, de todos lados del mundo.

Ojos, de todos los colores.

Ojos, de rey o vagabundo.

Ojos, que rien, ojos que lloran, ojos que piden, ojos que imploran.

Ojos, que estan llenos de esperanza.

Ojos, dando gritos de hasta cuando?

Ojos, que dicen la calle esta dura, ojos del pobre esperando.

Ojos de aquel que se aleja y espera su libertad.

Ojos, de America Latina, ojos llenos de verdad.

Ojos, siguiendo los pollos en las esquinas o mirando papeles en la oficina.

Ojos dichosos como el ojo de la vecina.

Ojos, como los del ciego que miran mas por dentro.

Ojos, en bautizos y en entierros, llenos de sentimiento.

Ojos, ae ae yo vine pa mira.

Ojos, ae ae yo vine aqui pa ver.

Ojos que preguntan, ojos que responden, ojos desconfiados, ojos bonachones,

ojos de policia, ojos de ladrones, ojos de senoras y otros de senores.

Ojos, son los ojos de mis pueblos.

Ojos, viendo como echar pa lante.

Ojos, esos ojos de estudiantes que el cielo los bendiga.

Ojos, y el futuro de nuestra raza y de America Latina

There are eyes of thousands of looks.

Crystals that watch the world go by.

Eyes that find fortune looking at the moon and its glow.

There are eyes that emanate tenderness and there are eyes of immense pain.

Eyes that live on bitterness and desolation on dark nights.

But there are eyes that know how to laugh.

There are eyes of eternal brilliance.

Eyes that see in the multicolored flowers the grace of God.

Eyes, young and old.

Eyes, from all over the world.

Eyes, of all colors.

Eyes, king or tramp.

Eyes that laugh, eyes that cry, eyes that ask, eyes that implore.

Eyes, which are full of hope.

Eyes, screaming until when?

Eyes that say the street is hard, eyes of the poor waiting.

Eyes of the one who walks away and awaits his freedom from him.

Eyes, from Latin America, eyes full of truth.

Eyes, following chickens around corners or looking at papers in the office.

Blissful eyes like the eye of the neighbor.

Eyes, like those of the blind man who look more inside.

Eyes, at baptisms and at funerals, full of feeling.

Eyes, ae ae I came to look.

Eyes, ae ae I came here to see.

Eyes that ask questions, eyes that answer, distrustful eyes, good-natured eyes,

eyes of police, eyes of thieves, eyes of ladies and others of gentlemen.

Eyes, they are the eyes of my peoples.

Eyes, seeing how to throw forward.

Eyes, those student eyes, heaven bless you.

Eyes, and the future of our race and of Latin America