La Féria de Las Flores

I like to sing to the wind
Because my songs fly,
And I say what I feel
In every single place
I came here because I came
To the flower fair,
There's no hill that I can't climb
Nor horse that I can't handle

On my dark horse
I have come from far away,
And I carry a gun on my belt
And with it, I give advice
I crossed the mountain
To come see the flowers;
Here is a shy rose,
Which is the flower of my loves.

And even if someone else wants to cut it
I saw it first,
And I swear I will steal it
Even if it has a gardener
I will see it transplanted
In the garden of my house,
And if the gardener shows up
Well, let's see... Let's see what happens.