La Indita

Navigating on the trains of the south
I found a very pretty Indian girl

Navigating on the trains of the south
I found a very pretty Indian girl
Who sold bouquets of flowers
Traveling along the train tracks

Enchanted by that brunette
I bought a little bouquet for myself
And when I put the coin in her hands
To the Indian girl I formally said this

Oh Indian girl who sells your flowers
Don't sell them to anyone, for God's sake
And in the warmth of a little oven
You are the most beautiful flower of all

But time and the hours of return
Made me leave those paths
I looked for the Indian girl at the station
But instead, I lost my time

Until an old lady
Wanted to know my sorrows
She handed me the withered bouquet
And said, here it is at your disposal

The one you came to look for is already dead
And upon leaving, she left this bouquet
She hands it to the passenger
Who in my life was my only love