Para que me quisieras

Ay, the damn quitters are leaving,
ay, they're taking my Pepe away,
I no longer have anyone to bring me
hairpins for my bun.

So you would love me, my love
I climbed the mountain to catch stars,
I drank the waters that the river washed,
I picked a branch in spring.

So that you would love me
like I love you
ask the wind in my handkerchief,
ask what,
what was wrong
that the dawn found her barefoot.

From your ear, a seashell,
from your garden, a lily,
from your heart, a dove,
from you, if you would love me.