Pobre Flor
Los Cantores Del Alba
Poor Flower
The flower of my illusion
Was killed by the cold of winter
Cruel ingratitude, pain: poor flower!
Today is the tomb and peace of my passion's yearning
Why doesn't she return anymore?
The one I loved with frenzy
Oh! What happened to the kisses?
That you gave me with delight?
Winter covered everything
With its sad cloak never to return
Being my first illusion
Solitary tomb of my last love
Vain oath of a passionate mouth
With poison and curse
But the memory engraved
Like an eternal shroud
Covered sadly my soul
And that's why in darkness
I wander pensive, aimlessly
With your name written
Like a sentence
Of not being able to forget you
The heart that loved you
