Los Laureles
Industria Del Amor
The Laurels
Oh, those lush laurels
Such fiery flowers
If you think about leaving me
You might as well take my life
Look into my eyes
If you're not already taken
You're a rose from Castile
Only seen in May
I'd like to invite you
But the truth is, I don't know
If you have someone to stop you
I'd better walk away
You're a cotton plant
Living in a cocoon
It saddens me
When you're filled with pride
To see my heart
Tangled in yours
Here's my farewell
Little one, for your desires
The downfall of men
Are those blessed women
And here we end by singing
The verses of the laurels
