Amor Idóneo (Cnt. 2:8)

I found a flower
And I thought of you
So I went to your place to find you
Like a course in the field I went
And we met at your window
I gave you the flower but it didn’t smell like anything
You smiled and told me
It’s all good, my love

My beloved is mine (mine)
And I am hers (hers)
She doesn’t owe me anything, I give her everything
And in her beauty lies the ideal love
She’s so beautiful, yeah

You hid among the lilies
Laughing at me (oh, me)
And where’s the one who loves my soul?
There you are, my love (there you are)
(The strange one, The strange one)