La Feria de Las Flores
Me gusta cantarle al viento
Porque vuelan mis cantares,
Y digo lo que yo siento
Por toditos los lugares
Aquí vine porque vine
A la feria de las flores,
No hay cerro que se me empine
Ni cuaco que se me atore
En mi caballo retinto
He venido de muy lejos,
Y traigo pistola al cinto
Y con ella doy consejos
Atravesé la montaña
Pa' venir a ver las flores;
Aquí hay una rosa huraña,
Que es la flor de mis amores.
Y aunque otro quiera cortarla
Yo la devisé primero,
Y juro que he de robarla
Aunque tenga jardinero
Yo la he de ver trasplantada
En el huerto de mi casa,
Y si sale el jardinero
Pos a ver... A ver qué pasa.
The Flower Fair
I like to sing to the wind
Because my songs fly,
And I say what I feel
In every single place
I came here because I came
To the flower fair,
There's no hill that I can't climb
Nor horse that I can't handle
On my dark horse
I have come from far away,
And I carry a gun on my belt
And with it, I give advice
I crossed the mountain
To come see the flowers;
Here is a shy rose,
Which is the flower of my loves.
And even if someone else wants to cut it
I saw it first,
And I swear I will steal it
Even if it has a gardener
I will see it transplanted
In the garden of my house,
And if the gardener shows up
Well, let's see... Let's see what happens.