Flor de invernadero

Flower born in a winter
Garden, made of glass,
You grew up feeling blue
Under a cold ray of sun.
You who mistakenly thought
That love was a sin
And put so much effort
Into hiding your charms.

Don’t let time,
Greenhouse flower,
Pass by and wilt you
And burn your dreams away.
Come with me and fly
Where the sun shines brighter.

You never listened
To the fountain's whisper
Nor envied the flight
Of the lark, or its freedom.
You never felt the rain
Slap your face,
Nor did the wind's caress
Ease your pain.

I don’t want you to be
A greenhouse flower.
I don’t want you to die
Without having seen the sky.
Come with me and fly
Where the sun shines brighter.

Come with me,
I’ll show you
The most beautiful
Of love...