Murio La Flor
Los Angeles Negros
The Flower Died
For a long time I have been waiting
To hear your voice
To feel your love
And I no longer know what it is to laugh
I don't know how to live
If you're not here
Every rumor that reaches me
Makes me dream
That you are here
I feel your body next to mine
And upon waking
You are no longer there
The flower died and in me
Your essence remained
And your childish laughter
I believe I hear
The nights are cold
The Sun no longer shines
Since you're not here
I am crying
Where will you be?
In whose lips will you leave my caresses
While here
Every memory is a torment for me
The flower died and in me
Your essence remained
And your childish laughter
I believe I hear
The nights are cold
The Sun no longer shines
Since you're not here
I am crying
