Los Laureles

!Oh, how green the laurels are!
How bright the roses are!
If you think of leaving me, you better take my life;
Look up to see me
If you are not committed.

You are a cotton plant
Living in the bud;
Oh, how sad it makes me
When you are filled with pride
To see my heart
Entangled with yours!

You are a rose of Castile
Only seen in May
I would like to invite you,
But the truth is I don't know
If there's someone to prevent it,
I better separate.

That's the farewell,
Little one, for your desires
The damnation of men
Are the blessed women;

And here they end singing
The verses of the laurels.