Los Laureles
Lola Beltrán
The Laurels
Oh, what green laurels
What fiery roses
If you think of leaving me
You might as well take my life
Lift your eyes to see me
If you’re not tied down
You’re a rose from Castile
Only seen in May
I’d love to invite you
But honestly, I don’t know
If you’ve got someone to stop you
I’d better just walk away
You’re a cotton plant
Living in a cocoon
Oh, how sad it makes me
When you get all high and mighty
Seeing my heart
Tangled up with yours
Here’s the goodbye
Damn it for my loves
The downfall of men
The cause is women
And here I end up singing
The verses of the laurels
