Los Cazahuates

There where your illusions flourish
There they are hanging from your balcony
The hopes of the one who sings to you
This one who loves you and idolizes you unconditionally

There where your flowers release their aroma
There because I knew your gardens
In love, my soul looks out
And in a sigh he tells you what he feels for you

Turn your eyes to the green field
The cazahuates are already in bloom
If my voice is lost in oblivion
The hunters will tell you about my white love

There where your pines kiss the sky
There I understood how much I love you
That you are the soul that I long for so much
And, without you knowing it, I believe that my God made you for me

Turn your eyes to the green field
The cazahuates are already in bloom
If my voice is lost in oblivion
The hunters will tell you about my white love