Flor del rio

One sad and rainy morning,
I met a young woman at her window
I saw her as beautiful as a rose from her garden
What's your name, lovely brunette with all
my soul I asked how beautiful you are
your whole face your beautiful
hair let me see.

I am Mexican, I have my parents
when you talk to them I will love you
I am a river flower by my last name
but by name they call me flower.
we were happy for 5 months
for the many times I kissed her
but one afternoon when I went to look for her
to my misfortune, I didn't find her

Near the town they told me
that she had died of a broken heart
that they buried her there in the orchard
that the temple of the Assumption has.

Now I understand that my affection
was a river flower, beautiful illusion and
the memory is my martyrdom it has me
wounded in the heart.