La Feria De Las Flores - Jorge Negrete

Me gusta cantarle al viento

Porque vuelan mis cantares

Y digo lo que yo siento

Por toditos los lugares

Aquí vine porque vine

A la feria de las flores

No hay cerro que se me empine

Ni cuaco que se me atore

En mi caballo retinto

He venido de muy lejos

Y traigo pistola al cinto

Y con ella doy consejos

Atravesé las montañas

Por venir a ver las flores

Aquí hay una rosa huraña

Que es la flor de mis amores

Y aunque otro quiera cortarla

Yo la divisé primero

Y juro que he de arrancarla

Aunque tenga jardinero

Yo la he de ver trasplantada

En el huerto de mi casa

Y si sale el jardinero

Pues a ver, a ver qué pasa

I like to sing to the wind

Because my songs fly

And I say what I feel

for all the places

I came here because I came

To the flower fair

There is no hill that is steep for me

Not even quaco that I get stuck

In my dark horse

I have come from far away

And I bring a pistol to my belt

And with her I give advice

I went through the mountains

for coming to see the flowers

Here is a sullen rose

What is the flower of my loves

And even if someone else wants to cut it

I spotted her first

And I swear I have to rip it out

even if i have a gardener

I have to see her transplanted

In the garden of my house

And if the gardener comes out

Well let's see, let's see what happens