El Trovador
Miguel Aceves Mejía
The Troubadour
I'm a humble troubadour
Who has arrived at your balconies
To lull with his songs
Your sweet dreams of love
I want to enter that garden
Where you cultivate your flowers
To cultivate a jasmine
That speaks to you of my loves
To tell you that I love you
To tell you that I adore you
That I die for your love
That I beg for your love
To tell you that I love you
To tell you that I adore you
That I die for your love
That I beg for your love
I came on my nag ridden
From very distant lands
I bring a gun and a knife
And a feeling in my soul
That's why I ask you
To let me see your flowers
To take care of the jasmine
That speaks to you of my loves
To tell you that I love you
To tell you that I adore you
That I die for your love
That I beg for your love
To tell you that I love you
To tell you that I adore you
That I die for your love
That I beg for your love
