De Todas Las Flores
Natalia Lafourcade
Of All The Flowers
Of all the flowers we planted
Only a few remain lit
Every morning they wonder
When will you arrive to sing to them
Of all the moons we gazed at
Only a few memories remain
When we laughed
When we had each other
In the streets of Madrid, we wandered aimlessly drunk
When we danced
When we got lost
In that song that we both understood our old world together
In that garden of roses and bougainvilleas where we shared
Of all the flowers we planted
Only a few remain lit
Every morning they wonder
When will you arrive to sing to them
The waning moons that watched us
Cry sacred tears over seas
Like your touch
Sweet yet bitter
Delightful mornings, labyrinths in the early hours
Like your caresses
Soft yet thorny
This melancholy is piercing into my chest
In this garden of roses and bougainvilleas without your company
Of all the moons we gazed at together
Only a few memories remain
When we laughed (ah-ah)
When we had each other (ah-uh)
In the streets of Madrid, we wandered aimlessly drunk (ah-uh)
When we danced (ah-uh)
When we got lost (ah-uh)
In that song that we both understood our old world together
In that garden of roses and bougainvilleas where we shared
In that garden of roses and bougainvilleas where we got lost
