Jilguero Flores
Porque me paso cantando
Me llaman Jilguero Flores, palomitay
El dulce de las mujeres
Más peligroso que el diablo
En el amor, en el amor
Si tienes dueño te has de cuidar
Me has dicho que soy muy feo
Y que no soy para vos, palomitay
Que muchos te andan rondando
Y muchos te han de querer
Palomitay, palomitay
No seas sonsa, no has de creer
Pretender muchos amores
Y jugar con el amor, palomitay
Es una cosa muy fiera
Pregúntale al que tú quieras
Suele doler, suele doler
No seas sonsa
No has de creer
Si vienes hurgando tanto
El viejo tronco de un árbol, palomitay
La mano al avispero, la mano al avispero
Puedes meter, puede picar
No juegues nunca con el amor
Goldfinch Flowers
Because I spend my time singing
They call me Goldfinch Flowers, little dove
The sweet one for the women
More dangerous than the devil
In love, in love
If you have an owner, you must be careful
You have told me that I am very ugly
And that I am not for you, little dove
That many are circling around you
And many must love you
Little dove, little dove
Don't be silly, don't believe
Pretending many loves
And playing with love, little dove
Is a very fierce thing
Ask whoever you want
It tends to hurt, it tends to hurt
Don't be silly
Don't believe
If you come poking around so much
The old trunk of a tree, little dove
Hand in the wasp nest, hand in the wasp nest
You can get in, it can sting
Never play with love