La Mariposa
Celedonio Flores
The Butterfly
It's not that I regret
Having loved you so much;
What saddens me is your forgetfulness
And your betrayal
Plunges me into bitter tears.
If you could see! I'm so sad
That I sing to avoid crying...
If you left for your own good
For your own good
I must forgive you.
After sipping traitor
From the rosebush of my love
You leave, deceiver,
To seek
The charm of another flower...
And seeking the purest,
The most beautiful in color,
You blind her with your beauty
Just to
Deceive her with your love.
That afternoon when I saw you
Your figure pleased me,
Girl from the slums,
And without knowing why I followed you
And gave you my heart
And it was only for my own misfortune.
See if my love was sincere
That I never imagined
The bitterness of your betrayal...
How alone and sad I was left,
Without love and without faith
And with a defeated heart!
Be careful, butterfly,
Of the passionate senses...
Don't let the brightness blind you
Of some false passion
Because then you will pay
For all your wickedness,
All your betrayal.
