Flor del rio
Una mañana triste y lluviosa,
a una joven yo conoci en su ventana
la vi preciosa como un rosa de su jardin
como te llamas linda morena con toda
el alma le pregunte que linda tienes
toda tu cara tu hermoso
pelo dejame ver.
Soy mexicana tengo a mis padres
cuando les hables yo te amare
soy flor del rio por mi apellido
pero por nombre me llaman flor.
fuimos dichosos por 5 meses
por tantas veces que la bese
pero una tarde que fui a buscarla
por mi desgracia no la encontre
Cerca del pueblo me platicaron
que habia muerto del corazon
que la enterraron alla en el huerto
que tiene el templo de la Asuncion.
Ahora comprendo que mi cariño
fue flor del rio bella ilusion y
d recuerdo es mi martirio me tiene
herido del corazon.
River Flower
One sad and rainy morning,
I met a young woman at her window
I saw her as beautiful as a rose from her garden
What's your name, lovely brunette with all
my soul I asked how beautiful you are
your whole face your beautiful
hair let me see.
I am Mexican, I have my parents
when you talk to them I will love you
I am a river flower by my last name
but by name they call me flower.
we were happy for 5 months
for the many times I kissed her
but one afternoon when I went to look for her
to my misfortune, I didn't find her
Near the town they told me
that she had died of a broken heart
that they buried her there in the orchard
that the temple of the Assumption has.
Now I understand that my affection
was a river flower, beautiful illusion and
the memory is my martyrdom it has me
wounded in the heart.