Flor La Buena
Temple Sour
Good Flower
It's the good flower
Feeling the cold of a cloud running through its gray vein
Gray that doesn't sound
And even though the cold condemns her and she feels no remorse
She, with her back straight and serene
Doesn't stay in bed
Wakes up every morning
And cultivates in her land
Potatoes and apples
The same ones you see on your dinner plate
It's the good flower
The one that turned this song into reggae
It's the good flower
They want to move her
In an illegal way to extract a mineral
That brings problems
Several dead every day, the same condemnation
But she
With white and red in her veins
Doesn't sit still
Ready to give her whole life
Defending her land
Her Peruvian land
Dare to see if you can stop her
It's the good flower
The one that turned this song into reggae
It's the good flower
That we sing here to defend her
It's the good flower
So don't mess with her
It's the good flower
It's the good flower
The one that turned this song into reggae
It's the good flower
That we sing here to defend her
It's the good flower
So don't mess with her
It's the good flower
