Dos Gardénias - Cristina Branco

Dos gardenias para ti Con ellas quiero decir:

Te quiero, te adoro, mi vida

Ponles toda tu atención

Que seran tu corazón y el mio

Dos gardenias para ti Que tendrán todo el calor de un beso

De esos besos que te dí

Y que jamás te encontrarán

En el calor de otro querer

A tu lado vivirán y se hablarán

Como cuando estás conmigo

Y hasta creerán que se diran:

Te quiero.

Pero si un atardecer

Las gardenias de mi amor se mueren

Es porque han adivinado

Que tu amor me ha traicionado

Porque existe otro querer.

Two gardenias for you

With them I mean to say

«I love you, I adore you, my love»

Give them all of your attention

Because they represent your heart and mine

Two gardenias for you

They will have the warmth of a kiss

Of one of those kisses I gave you

And that you’ll never find

In the warmth of another lover

The flowers will live and will talk to you

Just as when you are with me And you will believe

That they will actually say «I love you"to you

But if one afternoon

The gardenias of my love die

It’s because they have guessed

That your love for me has withered

Because there’s another lover

Two gardenias for you With them I want to say:

I love you, I adore you, my life

Give them all your attention

That will be your heart and mine

Two gardenias for you That will have all the warmth of a kiss

Of those kisses that I gave you

And that they will never find you

In the heat of another love

By your side they will live and talk to each other

Like when you're with me

And they will even believe that they will say:

I love you.

But if a sunset

The gardenias of my love die

It is because they have guessed

That your love has betrayed me

Because there is another want.

Two gardenias for you

With them I mean to say

«I love you, I adore you, my love»

Give them all of your attention

Because they represent your heart and mine

Two gardenias for you

They will have the warmth of a kiss

Of one of those kisses I gave you

And that you'll never find

In the warmth of another lover

The flowers will live and will talk to you

Just as when you are with me And you will believe

That they will actually say "I love you" to you

But if one afternoon

The gardenias of my love die

It's because they have guessed

That your love for me has withered

Because there's another lover