Me, the last one of all your lovers,
me, that crazy one who never forgot you,
today I send you these twenty five flowers,
take them, woman, don't say no.
Put them in a jar with fresh water,
take it to the night table next to your bed.
If one day you feel your heart is cold,
remember, woman, that somebody loves you.
Put them in a jar with fresh water
but, for your own sake, be discrete,
if someone ask you whom are they from,
you will know whether to hide my signature.
Yes, I know you are occupied with your affairs
and, forgive me, if I interrupted anything
today, by sending you these twenty five roses,
the hours that, daily, I think of you.
Put them in a jar with fresh water,
take it to the night table next to your bed.
If one day you feel your heart is cold
remember, woman, that somebody loves you.
Put them in a jar with fresh water
but, for your own sake, be discrete,
if someone ask you whom are they from,
you will know whether to hide my signature.
Put them in a jar with fresh water,
take it to the night table next to your bed.
If one day you feel your heart is cold
remember, woman, that somebody loves you.