Flor de Pino

This pine flower
That I cut for you

This young man gives it to you
Neighbor from Tilalí

It has the fragrance
Of a local indigenous woman
Flower of basil
That will never die

If passing by Sacaclí
They ask about me
You will tell them I went far away
But one day I will return
Because I can't find myself without you
This pine flower
That was born in the mist

It's the one that Sandino
Cut with his hands
For the girl
He chose for himself
The telegraph operator
Flower of San Rafael

If passing by Sacaclí
They ask about me
You will tell them I went far away
But one day I will return
Because I can't find myself without you.