Flor Silvestre [English translation]

Flower, wild and rustic

Flower, simple and natural

No one believes you a fine flower

To live together with the prickly pear.

You are not a rose, you are not an iris

Much less a lily

Your perfume is my torture

And with it you have made me happy.

Like you my wild flower

There was a love in the earth

Never knowing luck

And with much pain.

Humble flower, flower of the field

That adorns the brambles

I dedicate my song to you

Little flower angelical.

While you sleep in the ground

The thicket protects you

And the golden thistle and the acacia

Form your nuptial bower.

You have always been my hope

Lovely flower spiritual

I have given to you all my trust

Little flower of the brambles.

• Artist:Trío Calaveras
• Album:Las 100 Clasicas Rancheras, vol. 2, disk 2