Flor de Lodo
Los Trovadores de Cuyo
Mud Flower
Poor lost women
That the fury of the world dragged
Through the mud that their lives from vice
And the party a withered flower
They laugh with their crazy laughter
For money they offer their love
And give away the honey from their mouth
A rich and bubbling glass of liquor
Mud flower
Little bud of Lily
That sorrow plucked
Mud flower
That laughing you go through life
Hiding the deep wound
That destiny swallowed you
Mud flower
That fate will drag you
With its so fatal fate
Mud flower
It always seems to me when I see you
That only death will
Calm your incurable pain
If tomorrow when the day dies
With its rhythm that is never the same
You are surprised by the sad agony
In the bed of some hospital
With the claw of the intruder death
It will sink among your beautiful flesh
And that aroma of you, poor deluded
Will always float in your own grave
Mud flower
Little bud of Lily
That sorrow plucked
Mud flower
That laughing you go through life
Hiding the deep wound
That destiny swallowed you
Mud flower
That fate will drag you
With its so fatal fate
Mud flower
It always seems to me when I see you
That only death will
Calm your incurable pain
