In your black eyes, the pure tears,
Those that profess your good fortune.
People call you the girl of fire.
And they are letting you die of thirst.
There is a girl of fire, there is a girl of fire.
Within my soul I have a fountain.
So that your guilt is inclined to drink.
There is a girl of fire, there is a girl of fire.
Woman who feels and suffers,
I offer you salvation, I offer you salvation.
And the blind affection, of a good woman who pities you.
Within my soul I I have a fountain.
So that your guilt is inclined to drink.
There is a girl of fire, there is a girl of fire.
In your black eyes, there are pure tears,
With a promise of good fortune.
The girl of fire people call you.
And they are letting you die of thirst.
Within my soul I have a source.
So that Your fault is inclined to drink.
There is a girl of fire, there is a girl of fire.
Girl of fire.
Girl of fire.
Girl. Girl.
Fire girl.

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