Flor De Lino (part. Raúl Iriarte)

I was plucking nights
Waiting in vain
For a kiss from you

But I was dreaming
Of a big kiss
From the earth in heat

Linen flower
What a strange fate
Cutting off a path
Of blooming linens

I was plucking nights
When she was waiting for me
Down that trail

Full of embarrassment
Like the young guys
In a brand new suit

So many things that have gone
And now they always return
With the endless night of my loneliness

I saw her bloom like the linen
In an Argentine field
Ripe under the sun

If I had only understood her
I’d have love in my shack

I saw her bloom but one day
Mandinga took her away
Leaving me behind

Linen flower is gone
And now the field is in bloom
Amalaya, I miss her love