La Verdolaga
Pedro Infante
The Purslane
Oh, the one who to women
Gives them love and money
When they least expect it
Ends up with nothing.
That's why I live as a wanderer
Without trusting in women,
Little moments of affection,
And never see them again.
That's why I live as a wanderer...
There's no need to be committed
In matters of love
Single or with a husband
A woman is always good.
Even if you see me as innocent
In matters of love,
I don't like the ordinary
I consume the best.
Even if you see me as innocent...
The most beautiful loves
Are like the purslane
Just give them a little
And they grow like a plague.
And you have another advantage
If you cultivate that love,
That when it's over for you
With one pull, it's done.
And you have another advantage...
