Tu Vienes Vendiendo Flores
Enrique Morente
You Come Selling Flowers
You come selling flowers
Mine are yellow
Yours are two colors
And until the night comes
I have seen sad mornings
Having happy afternoons
No one speaks ill of the day
Until the night comes
I ask it of a weak one
If it was given to me
Permission to love you again
To the olive green
That is giving me
Double fatigue
