Текст и перевод песни Riccie Oriach - Esa Flor

Esa Flor

Fuí su amigo, yo fuí su pana
Yo la regaba cada mañana
Con cuentos y poesías que a veces el dia le alegraban
Y ella pa mi era la musa
De sus ojos y su sonrisa
Yo me alimentaba
Habia días que ni merendaba, contemplando su belleza

Yo quería tanto esa flor
Que decidí abandonarla
Yo adoraba tanto esa flor
Que preferí mejor dejarla
Me gustaba tanto esa flor
Que decidi jamas cortarla
Me tenía loco con su olor

Era exótica,una rareza,una gardenia en un jardín de cerezas
Salvaje y libre como una gacela, de esas que la escuela
Corría más que el carajo
Y un dos tres mariposita linda e' ...
Yo me volteaba y ya ella estaba en la pared
Musa Tataramusa, por ella yo iba a misa

Yo quería tanto esa flor
Que decidí abandonarla
Yo adoraba tanto esa flor
Que preferí mejor dejarla
Me gustaba tanto esa flor
Que decidi jamas cortarla
Me tenía loco con su olor

Que decidí, que preferí

Como poco a poco la perdía
Quemando etapas en la calle
Como en su memoria, me moría
Cada recuerdo, cada detalle
Yo queria ser, pertenecer
Yo quería ser su sol
La abeja amiga, su abeja amiga

Yo queria ser, pertenecer
Yo queria ser su sol
La abeja amiga, su abeja amiga

Que decidí, preferí abandonarla

That Flower

I was her friend, I was her pal
I watered her every morning
With stories and poems that sometimes brightened her day
And she was the muse for me
From her eyes and her smile
I nourished myself
There were days when I didn't even have a snack, contemplating her beauty

I wanted that flower so much
That I decided to abandon her
I adored that flower so much
That I preferred to leave her better
I liked that flower so much
That I decided never to cut her
She had me crazy with her smell

She was exotic, a rarity, a gardenia in a cherry garden
Wild and free as a gazelle, one of those that the school
Ran faster than hell
And one two three little butterfly e' ...
I turned around and she was already on the wall
Musa Tataramusa, for her I went to mass

I wanted that flower so much
That I decided to abandon her
I adored that flower so much
That I preferred to leave her better
I liked that flower so much
That I decided never to cut her
She had me crazy with her smell

That I decided, that I preferred

How little by little I lost the
Burning stages in the street
As in her memory, I died
Every memory, every detail
I wanted to be, to belong
I wanted to be your sun
The friendly bee, your friendly bee

I wanted to be, to belong
I wanted to be your sun
The friendly bee, your friendly bee

That I decided, I preferred to abandon you