Rosita De Olivo

Rosita of olive, white flower of chance
You give me a little kiss when there's room
When there's room, you send me to say
That I'm a little man and I can fulfill you

I stand on the corner when she passes by
To see if it hurts her to see me cry
To see me cry, finally she gave in
To ask me who I cry for

And I answer with great pain,
I don't cry for anyone, only for your love,
Only for your love, it may happen
If I find Rosita in another power