Mercedita

What sweet charm your memories have, Mercedita
Fragrant, 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 our love was born 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 lament echoing in the countryside it floats
The faint echo of your song, remembering that love
But despite the time that has passed, it's Mercedita
The legend that beats today in my nostalgic song