La Enramada [English translation]

The flowers and the rain

Accompany me

In my hours of nostalgia

And of sadness

Thought carries away from me

The distance

So as to make of my life

A cinder

Now the bower is dry

The sky denied it water

Thus your arrogant heart

Did not listen to me

Like a wandering bird I will live

Searching for relief for my pain

From longing for your love

I will die

Now the bower is dry

The sky denied it water

Thus your arrogant heart

Did not listen to me

Like a wandering bird I will live

Searching for relief for my pain

From longing for your love

I will die