Of Your Loves

Guitarreros

De Amores Tuyos

Esta carta te escribo
Muy a mi modo
Con poquitas palabras
Te digo todo

Pensamiento que vuelan
Mas que las aves
Llevale este suspiro
A quien ya sabes

Dime cual de los males
Es mas terrible
Si el amor o los celos
O un imposible

Yo quisiera tenerte
Pero ya es tarde
Leña verde y mojada
Se quema y no arde

Yo no se que le dije
Que ella lloraba
Costumbres de mujeres
Llorar por nada

Dicen que las heladas
Secan los yuyos
Así me voy secando
De amores tuyos

Un picaflor volando
Pico tu boca
Creyendo que tus labios
Eran dos rosas

Of Your Loves

This letter I write to you
In my own way
With just a few words
I tell you everything

Thoughts that fly
More than birds
Take this sigh
To the one you already know

Tell me which of the evils
Is more terrible
If love or jealousy
Or an impossible

I would like to have you
But it's too late
Green and wet firewood
Burns but does not ignite

I don't know what I said to her
That she cried
Women's customs
Crying for nothing

They say frosts
Dry the weeds
That's how I'm drying up
From your loves

A hummingbird flying
Pecked your mouth
Thinking that your lips
Were two roses