El Jardinero

Here she is:
From your garden, my love, I am the only gardener,
I take care of your flowers with loving dedication
How lovely it is to have loves.

With dreamy eyes, with a glory,
That God turned into a woman.

You are the most elegant flower in the gardens,
Of my loves, you are the early rose,
The Glory bestowed its gifts on the Mexican woman,
Early rose, that God turned into a woman.

You are the most elegant flower in the gardens,
Of my loves, you are the early rose,
The Glory bestowed its gifts on the Mexican woman,
Early rose, that God turned into a woman