Mentiras

Because you kept it
My Margarita
I, who am so nice
Killed a flower
And while slowly
I plucked its petals
A lot, a little, and nothing
I asked
Does my love love me?

And that bleeding flower
Replied to me
She always sighs
Thinking of you
But this time
The flower lied

It encouraged me with such force
The little flower
That one early Sunday
I gathered courage
And as you were going down
To the chapel
Wrapped in the snow
Of your shawl
I spoke of love
When you said yes, your face
Blushed
While my heart rang out
But that time
You lied

Now I know you're bad
With my affection
My mother told me
Because she saw you
One moonlit night
On the path
Offering your lips
To a stranger
Who kissed them
When I shouted, I'll kill him!
My heart
Crying like a child
No! He shouted at me
And now you see
I lie to myself