[Based on the story of Gustavo Adolfo Becquer (Spanish poet 1836-1870)]And old legend tellsA spirit of the devil dwellsIn a lake beyond the treesAnd I found my ruin in this placeGreen eyesLike a beam of the sunThat, swift, hides while it runsWithin the white foamGreen eyesYour glance burned my chestThe desire of the questOf some eyes like thoseLoneliness did filled my soulAnd my mind they stoleI became drunk with its melancholyWhen I saw her eyes in waterGreen eyesLike a beam of the sunThat, swift, hides while it runsWithin the white foamGreen eyesYour glance burned my chestThe desire of the questOf some eyes like thoseMy course was her callTo her bed of emeraldsWaters jumped in glints of lightAnd then closed over my bodyGreen eyesLike a beam of the sunThat, swift, hides while it runsWithin the white foamGreen eyesYour glance burned my chestThe desire of the questOf some eyes like those