Alba
No sé por qué
Su llegada al mundo fue asi
Le costó salir
No sé por qué
Se sentio el hombre más feliz
Ya estaba aquí
Y no olvidara
Aquel olor a vida en su piel
Nada que mas que hacer
Pudo entender
Que eras un pedazo de su ser
Tan igual a el
El sol le doró la piel
Para que morena fuera
Y a una palmada se oyó
El canto de una sirena
No sé por qué
Dos estrellas bajaron para rizar su pelo
Olé y olé
No sé por qué
Dos cometas se convirtieron en sus ojos negros
Tan bonita, tan morena
Tan gitana como era
La flor que siempre quiso en su jardin
La flor que siempre quiso en su jardin
La flor que siempre quiso en su jardin
La flor que siempre quiso en su jardin
No sé por qué
Su llegada al mundo fue asi
Le costó salir
No sé por qué
Se sentio el hombre más feliz
Ya estaba aquí
Tan bonita, tan morena
Tan gitana como era
La flor que siempre quiso en su jardin
La flor que siempre quiso en su jardin
La flor que siempre quiso en su jardin
El sol le doró la piel
Para que morena fuera
Y a una palmada se oyó
El canto de una sirena
Tan bonita, tan morena
Tan gitana como era
La flor que siempre quiso en su jardin
La flor que siempre quiso en su jardin
La flor que siempre quiso en su jardin
La flor que siempre quiso
Dawn
I don't know why
Her arrival into the world was like this
It was hard for her to come out
I don't know why
The man felt the happiest
She was already here
And he won't forget
That smell of life on her skin
Nothing else to do
He could understand
That you were a piece of his being
So similar to him
The sun tanned her skin
So she would be brunette
And with a clap was heard
The song of a siren
I don't know why
Two stars came down to curl her hair
Olé and olé
I don't know why
Two comets turned into her black eyes
So beautiful, so brunette
So gypsy as she was
The flower he always wanted in his garden
The flower he always wanted in his garden
The flower he always wanted in his garden
The flower he always wanted in his garden
I don't know why
Her arrival into the world was like this
It was hard for her to come out
I don't know why
The man felt the happiest
She was already here
So beautiful, so brunette
So gypsy as she was
The flower he always wanted in his garden
The flower he always wanted in his garden
The flower he always wanted in his garden
The sun tanned her skin
So she would be brunette
And with a clap was heard
The song of a siren
So beautiful, so brunette
So gypsy as she was
The flower he always wanted in his garden
The flower he always wanted in his garden
The flower he always wanted in his garden
The flower he always wanted