El Romero No Lo Quiero

I’m gonna name a flower
But I won’t say which one.
Even if everyone suspects
That flower can’t be the one.

I don’t want the rosemary,
Ungrateful, low-life scum.
If you’re loving someone else
Then my love is done.

Then my love is done,
That’s the sentence you’ve given me,
But you act like it’s nothing,
Like it’s nothing, like it’s free.

Like it’s nothing, like it’s free.
One morning real early,
When I wanted to see you,
You turned your back on me.

You turned your back on me
And I started to cry.
Then I realized
You never knew how to love.

For all the company,
A little bud of walnut:
They don’t sell in the pharmacy
A cure to forget.