Las Margaritas
Glorias Porteñas
The Daisies
In the hills of my hometown I cut
The most beautiful daisies, with care
And to the Virgin of the little town I took them
So that she could heal me from love
Because you know, I am sad and it must be
Because of the girl of the rancher Nicanor
I saw her at the gate, one very beautiful afternoon
And like a spell, she has left my heart
On my chestnut horse
I go down every afternoon
With the eagerness
Of this love, full of boasts
And when cutting
Flowers of love to take
Pure daisy, on the little hill
I usually find for my illusion
I would even sell my soul
And go far away to die for you
Daisies from my hometown, that I cut
For that beautiful girl of my love
They have bled like my love bleeds
And today I would like to give you all my fervor
Because everything you will never know
Today fills with nostalgia in my pain
My love and my flowers, lovely daisy
Have filled my soul like my lyrical song
