La feria de las flores (Ranchera)

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