Clavellina Hermosa
Yo fui a cortarle un clavel,
A una Clavellina Hermosa.
Yo fui a cortarle un clavel,
Y la mata me decía:
Arráncame a mí también,
Que te llevas mi alegría.
Vistes de tu misma pena,
Están los lirios del campo ay.
Tristes de tu misma pena.
Al ver tu cara morena ay.
Hay carita de llanto,
Una tarde en primavera,
Soñando, yo he visto una vez,
Soñando, y parecía un lucero,
Y cuando estaba a mi lado,
Oí un timbre en el cielo,
Un timbre me ha despertado.
Beautiful Carnation
I went to cut a carnation,
From a beautiful little flower.
I went to cut a carnation,
And the plant said to me:
"Take me too,
For you’re taking my joy."
Dressed in your own sorrow,
Are the lilies in the field, oh.
Sad from your own sorrow.
Seeing your dark face, oh.
Oh, tear-streaked face,
One afternoon in spring,
Dreaming, I once saw,
Dreaming, and it looked like a star,
And when it was by my side,
I heard a bell in the sky,
A bell that woke me up.