El Carretero

The happy field blooms, the sun shines brightly
The flowers turn their light, brightening the heart

The nightingale sings with sweet trills, the cart driver goes along the road
Loaded with a thousand dreams of love, reflections of illusion

The cart driver has a love and knows how to return to his beloved
He carries gifts, leaves singing, sings about his suffering

Get on my cart because I want to make you my flower
Don't say no, no, I'm dying of love