La Negra Flor

At the end of the promenade
I found myself,
with the black flower

That grew so beautiful
on its sickly stem
Where are you going, black rose?
Will you give me your love?

That your fault
was only my fault,
that my fault was only for love.
That the kisses,
black flowers of the promenade are...
or from a corner

Or from a corner,
black flowers of the promenade are.
Or from a corner,
like kisses are, kisses are.
Or from a corner.

Tell me where you're going,
tell me where you're going
as the sun sets through the back door.
There's nothing to do
and the heat has passed...
at the end of the promenade I found myself,
with the black flower.
At the end of the promenade I found myself,
with the black flower.

Or from a corner,
black flowers of the promenade are.
Or from a corner,
like kisses are, kisses are.
Or from a corner,
black flowers of the promenade.
Or from a corner

I was looking for her
but I didn't find her,
and her friend told me she's having coffee...
and I saw her from afar,
walking on the sand
shoes in hand
and a sorrow on her face,
and a tear of hers, as Pere said,
fell in the sand.

And that one you see dancing now
wants to be a lady,
with a place set,
with a chalet...
with a private pool
and a tea room...
a tea room...
a tea room.

With that bad mood,
a tea room
no no no no no no.
I don't want tea tonight
or better in the morning
and let's see what happens to smoke marijuana,
I'm going to hit you
I'm staying
if you don't break something,
you don't know what to do
no no...
you don't know what to do.

At the end of the promenade I found myself,
with THE BLACK FLOWER