Las Margaritas de Tu Casa
Los Manseros Santiagueños
The Daisies of Your House
How many brief little doves
On the floor, petals scattered
Dressed as daisies
They sing every morning
When I pass by them
On my way to your window
I ask them with my eyes
If you love me or not
Blushing, they answer me
That I didn't ask them anything
Maybe because they saw the kiss
That I left on your face last night
Maybe because they know a lot
Did Dawn tell them?
Or maybe that Moon
So friendly with your house
How beautiful your daisies are
If I look at you, they dance
And if I kiss your hands
They comment, blushing
Last night I brought down a star
To put it on your pillow
And it burned my heart
When I brush against your eyelashes
Last night I knew that you are
The flower that weeps and sings for me
I knew it and I closed my eyes
To never look at anything
Nothing but your face
Your love of white music
Your sky of daisies
In the stream of my soul
