La Feria De Las Flores

I like to sing to the wind because it carries my songs away
And I say what I feel, everywhere

I came here because I came, to the flower fair
There is no hill that can bend to me, nor any horse that can get stuck to me

On my horse the falcon, I have come from far away
I bring a little goat horn, with which I give advice

I crossed the mountain to come and see the flowers
To see a sullen rose
The love of my loves
Even if someone else wants to water it
I already watered it first

And I swear that I will cut it down, even if I have a gardener
I see it transplanted, in the garden of my house
And if the gardener comes
Well, let's see what happens