Jilguero Flores

Because I spend my time singing
They call me Goldfinch Flowers, little dove
The sweet one for the women
More dangerous than the devil
In love, in love
If you have an owner, you must be careful

You have told me that I am very ugly
And that I am not for you, little dove
That many are circling around you
And many must love you
Little dove, little dove
Don't be silly, don't believe

Pretending many loves
And playing with love, little dove
Is a very fierce thing
Ask whoever you want
It tends to hurt, it tends to hurt
Don't be silly
Don't believe

If you come poking around so much
The old trunk of a tree, little dove
Hand in the wasp nest, hand in the wasp nest
You can get in, it can sting
Never play with love