Aquel Señor
Aquel señor, a quien compraba las flores que te daba, me preguntó por ti
Que ¿qué pasaba, que por qué no te llevaba?
Le tuve que decir que no te veo más
Que ya no sé de ti, que te fuiste de mí
No le pude mentir, pues flores otra vez
No le he vuelto a comprar
Aquel nuestro camino que solíamos andar
Donde las aves al mirarnos se ponían a cantar
Los árboles aún se inclinan para verte caminar
Y todo queda triste cuando ven que tú no estás
Aquel señor, que nos deseara que fuéramos dichosos
Me quiso consolar, cuando miró que yo me ahogaba entre sollozos
Me dijo que tal vez mañana volverás o que quizá algún día a mi lado estarás
Y será cuando entonces las flores que me vende yo le vuelva a comprar
Aquel señor, aquel señor
That Gentleman
That man, from whom I bought the flowers I gave you, asked me about you
What was happening, why didn't he take you?
I had to tell him that I don't see you anymore
That I don't know about you anymore, that you left me
I couldn't lie to him, because flowers again
I haven't bought from him again
That path of ours that we used to walk
Where the birds, when they looked at us, began to sing
The trees still bend to watch you walk
And everything becomes sad when they see that you are not there
That gentleman, who wished us to be happy
He wanted to console me when he saw that I was drowning in sobs
He told me that maybe tomorrow you will come back or that maybe one day you will be by my side
And it will be when then the flowers that you sell me I will buy from you again
That gentleman, that gentleman