Los nardos

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