Muere Una Flor
Rafael Orozco
A Flower Dies
Hey my love
And she’s like a song
A song that the wind whistles, incomplete
She died on the slopes of some random hill
The poet left, and even the poem died
Leave a bud
A bud with all its hidden charm
It left boasting of bravery with its forgetfulness
Today, as the bud of forgetfulness returns, it’s already a flower
Your longing for love hurts me
It hurts like it’s mine
And it hurts to feel you, my girl
Full of love with your empty hands
Your longing for love hurts me
It hurts like it’s mine
And it hurts to feel you, my girl
Full of love with your empty hands
A candle lit with love
Of illusions that lost, die in flight
That burns all its emotions and desires
And burning, fades its light of passion
The flower opened its petals
The morning dew shook it with a kiss
But that kiss flooded her chest with cold
And thus the star of her sky went out
Your longing for love hurts me
It hurts like it’s mine
And it hurts to feel you, my girl
Full of love with your empty hands
Your longing for love hurts me
It hurts like it’s mine
And it hurts to feel you, my girl
Full of love with your empty hands
