Las Margaritas
Ignacio Corsini
The Daisies
In the hills of my homeland I cut
The most beautiful daisy with care
And to the virgin of the little town I took it
So she could cure my lovesickness
Because she knows I am sad and it must be
Because of the girl of the cowboy Nicanor
I saw her at the gate one very beautiful afternoon
And like a spell she stole my heart
On my chestnut horse I go down every afternoon
With the eagerness of this love full of bravado and
When cutting flowers of love to take
Pure daisies on the little hill, I usually take for my illusion
I would sell my soul and go far away to die for you
Daisies from my homeland that I cut
For that beautiful girl of my love
They have bled like my love bleeds
Today I would like to give them all my fervor
Because everything I never paid them
Today fills with nostalgia in my pain
And as my flowers die; beautiful daisies
Have filled my soul like a lyrical song
On my chestnut horse I go down every afternoon
With the eagerness of this love full of bravado and
When cutting flowers of love to take
Pure daisies on the little hill, I usually take for my illusion
I would sell my soul and go far away to die for you
