Ni Soy Río, Ni Soy Flor

The flowers of my dress in the wind
That afternoon when you saw me from afar
Perfumed forever in your memory
My slow step of a girl from a small town

But destiny played
Played against the two of us
Withering the flower in me
That you plucked in your hands

That river of love
Is dry of illusion
You left and now I
Am neither river, nor flower

Without thinking you stopped in time
And followed my small river-like walk
Dragged in the current of my body
You sailed through my waters for the first time

But destiny played