Flor Del Valle - Carlos Di Sarli

Nació tu belleza con la primavera,

bajo las estrellas, cual linda flor,

y fuiste la reina de aquella pradera

donde nos juramos un eterno amor.

Todos contemplaban tus bellos colores,

todos te buscaron con loca pasión,

y a todos brindaste placeres y amores

bajo las ardientes caricias del sol.

Flor del Valle te llamaron,

criatura angelical.

Flor del Valle, te adoraron,

por tu gracia sin igual…

Y en tus pétalos dlvinos

como una lágrima está

mi corazón encendido,

que es una estrella inmortal.

Pero ya muy pronto tus hermosas galas

perdieron su encanto, su brillo y color,

pajarito ciego que encendió sus alas

en la noche oscura de su gran dolor.

Y la Flor del Valle, que todos besaron,

marchita y enferma nadie la adoró…

Cenicienta criolla que la abandonaron…

Y la Flor del Valle… de pena murió.

Flor del Valle te llamaron., etcétera.

Your beauty was born with the spring,

under the stars, which beautiful flower,

and you were the queen of that prairie

where we swore an eternal love.

Everyone contemplated your beautiful colors,

everyone looked for you with mad passion,

and you gave everyone pleasures and loves

under the burning caresses of the sun.

Flower of the Valley they called you,

angelic creature.

Flower of the Valley, they adored you,

for your unparalleled grace…

And in your divine petals

like a tear

my heart on fire,

which is an immortal star.

But very soon your beautiful finery

they lost their charm, their brightness and color,

blind little bird that lit its wings

in the dark night of his great pain.

And the Flower of the Valley, which everyone kissed,

withered and sick no one adored her...

Creole Cinderella who abandoned her…

And the Flower of the Valley... died of sorrow.

Flor del Valle they called you., etc.