Ramito de Azahar

Sprig of orange blossom
You’ve drawn on a green paper
One Antoñita drives me crazy
And another Manuela makes me lose it

The little stars in the sky
Dress up in red
And I’m dressed in black
Thinking about how you left me

Tell those complaints
To whoever was your enemy
Because even my heart aches
From trying to be good to you

These feelings of mine
No matter how much I twist them
My madness just grows bigger