Flor Silvestre

Wild and rural flower
Wild and natural flower
No one believes you're a delicate flower
For living next to the prickly pear
You're not a rose, you're not a lily
Much less a fleur-de-lis
Your perfume is my torment
And with it, you make me happy
Like you, my wild flower
There was a love on earth
It never knew luck
But a lot of pain
Wild flower, field flower
That adorns the thicket
I offer you my song
Little angelic flower

While you sleep on the ground
The underbrush protects you
And the thistle and cornflower
Form your bridal fence

You have always been my hope
Beautiful spiritual flower
I have given you my trust
Little flower of the thicket
Only to you, my wildflower.