Flores, Flores
Rocío Durcal
Flowers, Flowers
Flowers, flowers, flowers,
The perfumes of some colors go,
And let's see who buys me flowers.
Always take them alive,
And take them away,
Little carnations, little carnations, carnations,
For the buttonhole,
Roses that I carry very beautiful.
Flowers, flowers,
They are sold in five colors,
Flowers.
Take them because they are the first,
And the announcement already brings of spring,
Here goes that flower,
Have it, sir.
Take it because I give you my heart,
Flowers, flowers,
I give you my heart.
Flowers, flowers, flowers,
That are hope,
That are loves,
And are memories and are pains
