Que Bonita Que Es Mi Niña

Yesterday afternoon I was singing
While my girl was sleeping.

And the almond trees were crying
And the almond trees were crying
From infinite joy.

How beautiful my girl is
How beautiful when she sleeps
She looks like a poppy
Among the green wheat fields.

The sun played hide and seek
With the lemon trees.

And the almond trees were watching
And the almond trees were watching
To see a star sleeping