Flor de naranjo
Los Invasores de Nuevo León
Orange Blossom
It was a time of rain when she left
the countryside once again showed its greenery
she left me in silence crying with love
watering my desolation with tears
I, who don't know pretty words
spoke to her of the sky dressed in gray
of the bird that sang happily at dawn
of streams that carry their song to the river
I never learned her real name
because with affection I wanted to call her
my orange blossom, a little stroke of luck
life without her is more than I need
It was a time of rain when she left
the countryside once again showed its greenery
she left me in silence crying with love
watering my desolation with tears
I, who don't know pretty words
spoke to her of the sky dressed in gray
of the bird that sang happily at dawn
of streams that carry their song to the river
I loved her so much that's how I called her
although without her scent my garden is left
my orange blossom, you don't know that I
every time it rains, I remember you more.
