The Black Eyes by Evgen Grebenka

Dark black eyes, passionate black eyes,

Burning painful and such beautiful eyes!

How I love yes you! How I fear you now!

It must be that I beheld you at an ill-fated hour.

Oh, it is not for nothing you are as darker depth

I see mourning for my soul at your apple radiance

I clearly see a triumphant flame within you:

Upon it, my poor heart has been for ever consumed

Yet, convince, I am not sad, I am not sorrowful,

My own fate brings to me kind solace in full

All the best, that God has given us in life kit,

I have offered as a sacrifice to those fiery eyes,