Margaritas

Poor little bunch of flowers that one day
Silently we both changed!
I'm left with only the two daisies
The two daisies of the last goodbye
With sorrow I pluck their white petals
White as the soul of the one who gave them to me
One tells me yes, that it loves me
The other confesses that it has already forgotten me

White daisies
That I pluck here today
Tell me that you love me
That one day again
You will come back for me
White daisies
That I pick up here today
Tell me if, sadly
Today you also pluck
The ones I gave you

Seeing the two daisies plucked
I think I have destroyed my own illusion
And once again I pick up the broken petals
To caress them in my heart
With a mysterious voice that only I understand
My noble heart beating spoke to me
It told me that a soul, crying from absence
Also plucked its two daisies