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
Aquí hay una rosa huraña
Que es la flor de mis amores
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
No hay cerro que se me empine
Ni cuaco que se me atore
Aunque otra quiera cortarla
Yo la divisé 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
Pues 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
Here I came because I came
To the flower fair
Here there's a shy rose
That is the flower of my loves
On my dark horse
I have come from very far
And I carry a gun on my belt
And with it, I give advice
I crossed the mountain
To come and see the flowers
There's no hill that stops me
Nor horse that blocks me
Even if another wants to cut it
I spotted 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 what happens