Merceditas

What sweet charm they have
Your memories, Merceditas
Aromatic little flower
My love once

I met her in the countryside
Far away one afternoon
Where the wheat fields grow
Province of Santa Fé

That's how our love was born
With hope, with much faith
But I don't know why the flower
Wilted and died

Loving her with crazy love
That's how I came to understand
What it means to love, what it means to suffer
Because I gave her my heart

Like a wandering complaint
The countryside drifts
The faint echo of my song
Remembering that love

But despite the time
That has passed, it's Merceditas
The legend that beats today
In my nostalgic song