El Pañuelito

Here come the memories
Listen to my sad loves
For the one I suffered so much

A little bouquet of flowers
And your white handkerchief
Bouquet of flowers
And your little white handkerchief

I feel embarrassed to show you
Your white handkerchief
Because with it you dried your tears, do you remember Maria linda
When you were crying

And since you don't love me anymore, I don't love you anymore
There go your letters and your handkerchief

How fragrant and alive
You sent me the flowers
Don't be surprised if they arrive wilted
That's how my loves are

And since you don't love me anymore, beautiful brunette
I don't love you anymore
That's why I'm sending you back your letters
As feverish as your handkerchief

So much that I suffered, with this black consolation

That's why, that's why, that's why I don't love you anymore
That's why I don't love you anymore