Pétalos Marchitos

I dreamed of many early mornings,
Stained the pillow with a red sunrise...
I dreamed that you didn't say goodbye,
Saying poems to not come back...

To not come back,
I sold the music in a thousand ways without knowing,
The flowers cry more
When you don't take care of my garden...
With withered petals, quarrels, and screams,
Begging to be reborn...

And if yesterday and the wind have brought me,
Memories of forgetfulness to not come back...

To not come back,
I sold the music in a thousand ways without knowing,
The flowers cry more when you don't take care of my garden...
If you don't sow hope,
If you don't water the feelings,
The sun won't come out through the house to see me...
Saying nonsense,
On every corner to not come back...
To not come back,
I gave you my music in a thousand ways without knowing,
The nights shine more
When you sleep (next to me...)
To not come back... I sold the music in a thousand ways without knowing,
The flowers cry more when you don't take care of my garden...
With withered petals, quarrels, and screams, I dreamed...