Muere Una Flor
Binomio de Oro de América
A Flower Dies
Hey mi love
And she is like a song
A song that the wind whistles incomplete
He died on the slopes of any hill
The poet left and even the poem died
Leave a cocoon
A cocoon with all its hidden charm
He left boasting of bravery with his forgetfulness
Today when the bud of oblivion returns it is already a flower
Your desire for love hurts me
They hurt me like they were mine
And it hurts me to feel you my girl
Full of love with your empty hands
Your desire for love hurts me
They hurt me like they were mine
And it hurts me to feel you my girl
Full of love with your empty hands
A lit candle of love
Of illusions that, lost, die in flight
That burns all your emotions and desires
And burning, its light of passion fades
The flower opened its petals
The dew shook her in the morning kiss
But that kiss filled his chest with cold
And so the star of his sky was extinguished
Your desire for love hurts me
They hurt me like they were mine
And it hurts me to feel you my girl
Full of love with your empty hands
Your desire for love hurts me
They hurt me like they were mine
And it hurts me to feel you my girl
Full of love with your empty hands
