La Feria De La Flores

Song	La Feria De La Flores
Artist	Los Lobos
Album	Los Lobos: Just Another Band From East L.A.

	On my black horse
	I've come from very far,
	I carry a gun on my belt
	And with it I give advice.
	I crossed the mountain
	To come and see the flowers.
	There's no hill too steep for me,
	No old nag can slow my pace.
	Even if another wants to pick her
	It is I who saw her first
	And I swear I have to steal her
	Even if she has a gardener.
	I have to see her transplanted
	To the garden of my house.
	And if the gardener shows up
	We'll see what happens.
	Me gusta cantarle al viento
	Porque vuelan mis cantares
	Y digo lo que yo siento
	Por toditos los lugares.
	AquÃ vine porque vine
	A la feria de las flores.
	AquÃ hay una rosa huraÃ±a
	Que es la flor de mis amores.
	En mi caballo retinto
	He venido de muy lejos
	Y traigo pistola al cinto
	Y con ella doy consejos.
	AtravesÃ© la montaÃ±a
	Pa' venir a ver las flores.
	No hay cerro que se me empine
	Ni cuaco que se me atore.
	Aunque otro quiera cortarla
	Yo la divisÃ© primero
	Y juro que he de robarla
	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 que pasa.
	I like to sing to the winds
	Because my songs take flight
	And so I say what I feel
	To every little place.
	I came here because I came
	For the flower fair.
	Here there is a wild flower
	That is the flower of my love.

	On my black horse
	I' ve come from very far,
	I carry a gun on my belt
	And with it I give advice.
	I crossed the mountain
	To come and see the flowers.
	There' s no hill too steep for me,
	No old nag can slow my pace.
	Even if another wants to pick her
	It is I who saw her first
	And I swear I have to steal her
	Even if she has a gardener.
	I have to see her transplanted
	To the garden of my house.
	And if the gardener shows up
	We' ll see what happens.
	Me gusta cantarle al viento
	Porque vuelan mis cantares
	Y digo lo que yo siento
	Por toditos los lugares.
	Aqu shy vine porque vine
	A la feria de las flores.
	Aqu shy hay una rosa hura a
	Que es la flor de mis amores.
	En mi caballo retinto
	He venido de muy lejos
	Y traigo pistola al cinto
	Y con ella doy consejos.
	Atraves la monta a
	Pa' venir a ver las flores.
	No hay cerro que se me empine
	Ni cuaco que se me atore.
	Aunque otro quiera cortarla
	Yo la divis primero
	Y juro que he de robarla
	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 que pasa.
	I like to sing to the winds
	Because my songs take flight
	And so I say what I feel
	To every little place.
	I came here because I came
	For the flower fair.
	Here there is a wild flower
	That is the flower of my love.