| Song | La Feria De La Flores |
| Artist | Los Lobos |
| Album | Los Lobos: Just Another Band From East L.A. |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. | |
| Aquí vine porque vine | |
| A la feria de las flores. | |
| Aquí hay una rosa huraña | |
| 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. | |
| Atravesé la montaña | |
| 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 divisé 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. |
| 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. |