Cuatro Rosas

There are four roses in your honor
inside the glass I give you.
Two are for moaning
and two for smiling.
There are four roses for you.

Take my glass and drink from it
the four roses I give you.
They are the color of your underwear
and the roses smell like you.

There are four roses in your honor
and in the bottle four more.
Drink, my love. This is your flower.
Take my four roses.
Drink my four roses.
And forget other things I gave you.