Chica Bonita

Beauty known on mountain high

Gives the torture of a sullen sigh

Echoes of our most cherished hour

Turns nocturnal perambulations dour

Oh chica bonita, wayward wanton glances

Spur vain dreams of second chances

Dreams of the my lost chica bonita

La unica para el futuro y ahorita 

The face that launched a thousand ships

Is unbeknownst upon touching her tender lips

Sù belleza es segundo a nadie

Alone without it incites my dismay

Yo sè que hay un ladròn

Pero el objecto del crimen es mi corazon

I know that she is the one for me,

But, alas, I fear I am not for she.