Merceditas

What sweet charms your memories have, Mercedita
Scented, little flower, my love at once

I met her in the countryside far away one afternoon
Where the wheat fields grow, province of Santa Fe

And so it was born, (our love)
With hope, (with much faith)
But I don't know why the flower withered and died
And loving her, (with crazy love)
That's how I came (to understand)
What it means to love, what it means to suffer because I gave her my heart

Like a wandering complaint, the fields float
The vague echo of my song, remembering that love

But despite the time that has passed, Mercedita
The legend that beats today in my nostalgic song

And so it was born, (our love)
With hope, (with much faith)
But I don't know why the flower withered and died
And loving her, (with crazy love)
That's how I came (to understand)
What it means to love, what it means to suffer because I gave her my heart

And so it was born, (our love)
With hope, (with much faith)
But I don't know why the flower withered and died
And loving her, (with crazy love)
That's how I came (to understand)
What it means to love, what it means to suffer because I gave her my heart