Los nardos
Sara Montiel
The tuberoses
Through the street of Alcalá
With the starched skirt
And the tuberoses leaning on the hip
The florist comes and goes
And smiles boldly
On the sidewalk of the street of Alcalá
And the enthusiast who sees her
Goes and tells her come
To put on my lapel
Whatever you want
That the flower you give me
Will be envied
By everyone on the street of Alcalá
Take them, tuberoses, sir
If you want to win a woman
Tuberoses, they don't cost money
And they are the first, to convince
Take them, and if you decide
I won't move from here
Then if someone asks for them
Don't forget, that I gave them to you
And the enthusiast who sees her
Goes and tells her
Come
To put on my lapel
Whatever you want
That the flower you give me
Will be envied
By everyone on the street of Alcalá
