Paroles et traduction Nathalie Peña-Comas - Con Flores a María

Con Flores a María

Con flores, con flores, con flores a María
María no es la misma que todos se creían
Con flores, con flores, con flores a María
María no es la misma que todos se creían

María rompía los lazos y encajes del silencio
La vi que era bravía un día que iba naciendo
Recuerdo que enterraba mil muertes y un infierno
Ahora viste de vida algunos de sus sueños

Con flores, con flores, con flores a María
María no es la misma que todos se creían
Con flores, con flores, con flores a María
María no es la misma que todos se creían

María tiene unos tiempos en unos siglos frescos
Tiene una fe prohibida y otra que ni se acuerda
Ella estira su amor, sudada en sus trajines
Herida en las batallas que la liberarían

Con flores, con flores, con flores a María
María no es la misma que todos se creían
Con flores, con flores, con flores a María
María no es la misma que todos se creían

Flores, con flores, con flores a María
María no es la misma que todos se creían
Con flores, con flores, con flores a María
María no es la misma que todos se creían

María tiene una historia envuelta en sus caballos
Para que sus ideas no las mueva ni el viento
Recuerdo que enterraba mil historias y un infierno
Ahora viste de vida algunos de sus sueños

Con flores, con flores, con flores a María
María no es la misma que todos se creían
Con flores, con flores, con flores a María
María no es la misma que todos se creían

Con flores, con flores, con flores a María
María no es la misma que todos se creían
Con flores, con flores, con flores a María
María no es la misma que todos se creían

Con flores, con flores, con flores a María
María no es la misma que todos se creían
Con flores, con flores, con flores a María
María no es la misma que todos se creían

With Flowers for Mary

With flowers, with flowers, with flowers for Mary
Mary is not the same as everyone believed
With flowers, with flowers, with flowers for Mary
Mary is not the same as everyone believed

Mary was breaking the ties and laces of silence
I saw that she was brave one day that was being born
I remember that she was burying a thousand deaths and an inferno
Now she is wearing life some of her dreams

With flowers, with flowers, with flowers for Mary
Mary is not the same as everyone believed
With flowers, with flowers, with flowers for Mary
Mary is not the same as everyone believed

Mary has some times in some fresh centuries
She has a forbidden faith and another that she does not even remember
She stretches her love, sweaty in her work
Injured in the battles that would free her

With flowers, with flowers, with flowers for Mary
Mary is not the same as everyone believed
With flowers, with flowers, with flowers for Mary
Mary is not the same as everyone believed

Flowers, with flowers, with flowers for Mary
Mary is not the same as everyone believed
With flowers, with flowers, with flowers for Mary
Mary is not the same as everyone believed

Mary has a story wrapped in her horses
So that the wind cannot move her ideas
I remember that she was burying a thousand stories and an inferno
Now she is wearing life some of her dreams

With flowers, with flowers, with flowers for Mary
Mary is not the same as everyone believed
With flowers, with flowers, with flowers for Mary
Mary is not the same as everyone believed

With flowers, with flowers, with flowers for Mary
Mary is not the same as everyone believed
With flowers, with flowers, with flowers for Mary
Mary is not the same as everyone believed

With flowers, with flowers, with flowers for Mary
Mary is not the same as everyone believed
With flowers, with flowers, with flowers for Mary
Mary is not the same as everyone believed