Los Cazahuates

There where your illusions bloom
There they are hanging from your balcony
The hopes of the one who sings to you
This one who loves you and idolizes you unconditionally

There where your flowers release their scent
There because I knew your gardens
My soul in love peeks out
And in a sigh tells you what it feels for you

Turn your eyes to the green field
The cazahuates are already in bloom
If in forgetfulness my voice gets lost
The cazahuates will tell you about my pure love

They are cazahuates, not peanuts

There where your pines kiss the sky
There I understood how much I love you
That you are the soul I long for so much
Without you knowing, I believe my God made you for me

Turn your eyes to the green field
The cazahuates are already in bloom
If in forgetfulness my voice gets lost
The cazahuates will tell you about my pure love