La Feria de Las Flores

I like to sing to the wind
Because my songs fly
And I say what I feel
In every single place

Here I came because I came
To the flower fair
Here there's a shy rose
That is the flower of my loves

On my dark horse
I have come from very far
And I carry a gun on my belt
And with it, I give advice

I crossed the mountain
To come and see the flowers
There's no hill that stops me
Nor horse that blocks me

Even if another wants to cut it
I spotted it first
And I swear I will steal it
Even if it has a gardener

I will see it transplanted
In the garden of my house
And if the gardener shows up
Well, let's see what happens