Los Lobos — La Feria De La Flores

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On my black horse
I’ve come from very far
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 too steep for me
No old nag can slow my pace

Even if another wants to pick her
It is I who saw her first
And I swear I have to steal her
Even if she has a gardener

I have to see her transplanted
To the garden of my house
And if the gardener shows up
We’ll see what happens

Me gusta cantarle al viento
Porque vuelan mis cantares
Y digo lo que yo siento
Por toditos los lugares

Aquí­ vine porque vine
A la feria de las flores
Aquí­ hay una rosa huraña
Que es la flor de mis amores