Los Laureles

(albüm: Canciones De Mi Padre - 1987)

[Spanish:]

!Ay, que laureles tan verdes!
!Que rosas tan encendidas!
Si piensas abandonarme mejor quitame la vida
Alza los ojos a verme
Si no estas comprometido

Eres mata de algodon
Que vives en el capullo
Ay, que tristeza me da
Cuando te llenas de orgullo
De ver a mi corazon
Enredado con el tuyo!

Eres rosa de castilla
Que solo en mayo se ve
Quisiera hacerte un invite
Pero la verda no se
Si tiene quien te lo evite
Mejor me separare

Por "ai" va la despedida
Chinito por tus quereres
La perdicion de los hombres
Son las benditas mujeres

Y aqui se acaban cantando
Los versos de los laureles

[English translation: The Laurels]

Ay, how green the laurels are!
What fiery roses!
If you're thinking of leaving me better
To take away my life
Lift your eyes to look at me
If you are not engaged to be married

You are a sprig of cotton
That lives in the bud
Ay, what sadness I feel
When you fill yourself with haughtiness
Upon seeing my heart
Entangled with yours!

You are a rose from Castille
That can only be seen in May
I would like to invite you
But in truth I don't know
If there is someone in the way
Better that I go away

So goes the farewell
Chinito, to your affections
The Blessed women
Are the ruin of men
And here ends the singing
Of the verses of the laurels