Текст и перевод песни Ismael Rivera - Tus Flores Y Tu Panuelo

Tus Flores Y Tu Panuelo

Aquí van los recuerdos
Oye que de mis tristes amores
Por la que sufrí tanto.

Un ramito de flores
Y tu pañuelo blanco,
Ramito de flores,
Y tu pañuelito blanco.

Que me da pena mostrarte
Tu pañuelito blanco,
Porque con el te secastes, te acuerda Maria linda
Cuando estabas llorando.

(Y como ya no me quieres, ya no te quiero,
Ahi van tus cartas y tu pañuelo).

Que perfumadas y vivas
Tu me mandastes la flores
No te estrañes si llegan marchitas
Que asi estan mis amores.

Y como ya no me quieres, morena linda
Ya no te quiero,
Por eso ahi te mando tus cartas
Como febril tu pañuelo.

Tanto tanto que sufri, con esta negra Consuelo.

Por eso, por eso, por eso ya no te quiero,
Por eso ya no te quiero.

Your Flowers and Your Handkerchief

Here are the memories
Listen, of my sad loves
For which I suffered so much.

A bouquet of flowers
And your white handkerchief,
Bouquet of flowers,
And your little white handkerchief.

I feel ashamed to show you
Your little white handkerchief,
Because with it you dried your tears, remember Maria linda
When you were crying.

(And since you don't love me anymore, I don't love you either,
Here are your letters and your handkerchief).

They arrived fragrant and lively
You sent me the flowers
Don't be surprised if they arrive wilted
That's how my love is.

And since you don't love me anymore, pretty brunette
I don't love you,
That's why I'm sending you your letters
As feverish as your handkerchief.

I suffered so much, with this dark-skinned Consuelo.

That's why, that's why, that's why I don't love you anymore,
That's why I don't love you anymore.