Tus Flores y Tu Pañuelo

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

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

I feel sad to show you
Your little white handkerchief
Because with it you dried yourself, do you remember Maria Mora 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
And since you don't love me anymore, I don't love you anymore
There go your letters and your handkerchief

The perfumed and lively
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, I don't love you anymore
There go your letters and your handkerchief

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, like your feverish handkerchief
And since you don't love me anymore, I don't love you anymore
So much, so much I suffered, with this black consolation
And since you don't love me anymore, I don't love you anymore
That's why, that's why, that's why I don't love you anymore
That's why I don't love you anymore
Listen, run away