Ranchera

The flowers from your vase
The flowers from my vase are as beautiful as you
But how beautiful they smell in the middle of your little hands
In the middle of your little hands, but how beautiful they smell

First I bought the vase, then I filled it with flowers
How my eyes have cried for not having your love
For not having your love, how my eyes have cried

Red flowers, white flowers, that I bring for your vase
If you like them, give me a kiss, as I want it from your little mouth
As I want it from your little mouth, if you like them, give me a kiss

Above the flowers, drops of dew run
Tell me, heart, that everything beautiful you have is mine
Heart, tell me that everything beautiful you have is mine

The flowers from my vase are as beautiful as you
But how beautiful they smell in the middle of your little hands
In the middle of your little hands, but how beautiful they smell