Jarillero

JARILLERO, JARILLERO...
I sell fresh jarilla to the lady with black eyes,
With long chapecas and wavy hair
To this jarillero those black eyes have taken away his sleep
Madam, I give him what I have...
I have the cart full of jarilla plica, pichana, and rosemary
I offer everything, a thousand mountain herbs,
For a glance, madam, from your black eyes...
Madam, I tell the valleys, I tell the hills next to the rivers... How much I love you!
But you know one thing, madam... I don't tell you everything I feel.