Flor Marchita
Flor Pileña
Withered Flower
Yesterday you offered me
To love me for a lifetime
You said that I would be
The queen of your heart
The owner of your great love
Believing in your words
I gave you my affection
I was the most beautiful flower
The prettiest in the garden
Everyone wanted to pick me
A treacherous guy
Managed to cut me from my branch
You will bloom in my chest
Oh, crying you told me
I didn't listen to my mother
When she told me
You will cry, you will suffer
Forgetting her advice
I left with my little love
Now that I am withered
You say you don't love me anymore
If I have lost my beauty
In your arms, guy
You might think I am lost
Because you see me withered
I will find another gardener
Who will cultivate me with care
My beauty will bloom
And then I will see you, fellow countryman
