Prendi La Flor
Prendí la flor de lis en tu pelo.
Prendí la flor de lis sintiendo
que se me escapaba el tiempo
En tus besos serios, fieros,
prendí la flor y en mis dedos
sentí que todo marchita,
que todo se nos escapa.
Como los trigales lentos,
lentamente hacia el olvido.
Lentamente, sin remedio.
No pasa el tiempo desde que te marchaste.
No hay meses ni años en el calendario.
Soy como el árbol volcado
que no acaba de secarse.
Un tango arrabalero y dulce,
tan dulce como la melaza
quiero, mi vida, escribirte.
Quizá para recordarte
que el amor sólo es entrega
y que a veces, oro es
lo que junto a ti reluce
Prendí la flor de lis en tu pelo,
prendí la flor de lis sintiendo
que se me escapaba el tiempo.
Un tango pendenciero y triste
quisiera amor escribirte.
Como una noche de farra,
como un amanecer
en una cama extraña.
Tango de la lejanía,
del amor de un solo bando.
Lo que sentí junto a ti
jamás lo sentiré en otros brazos.
Prendí la flor de lis en tu pelo.
Prendí la flor de lis sintiendo
que se me escapaba el tiempo.
Take The Flower
I took the fleur-de-lis in your hair.
I took the fleur-de-lis feeling
that time was slipping away from me.
In your serious, fierce kisses,
I took the flower and in my fingers
I felt everything withering,
that everything is slipping away from us.
Like the slow wheat fields,
slowly towards oblivion.
Slowly, irremediably.
Time hasn't passed since you left.
There are no months or years on the calendar.
I am like the upturned tree
that never finishes drying up.
A sweet and gritty tango,
as sweet as molasses
I want, my love, to write to you.
Perhaps to remind you
that love is only surrender
and that sometimes, gold is
what shines next to you.
I took the fleur-de-lis in your hair,
I took the fleur-de-lis feeling
that time was slipping away from me.
A quarrelsome and sad tango
I would like to write you love.
Like a night of revelry,
like a dawn
in a strange bed.
Tango of distance,
of one-sided love.
What I felt with you
I will never feel in other arms.
I took the fleur-de-lis in your hair.
I took the fleur-de-lis feeling
that time was slipping away from me.