Como La Flor
Quilapayún
Like The Flower
Like the flower loses its scent, oh woe is me,
That's how my love is forgetting you, sad for me,
And in the bitterness of your memory, oh woe is me
In a sigh, I'm letting you go, sad for me
Flower that the wind takes away
And never returns, oh woe is me
That's how my thoughts are dying
Sad for me
My thoughts, oh yes,
Strong torment, oh woe is me,
Every time I feel it
I regret, sad for me
I regret, oh yes
And I don't feel it, oh woe is me
