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• Artiste: Linda Ronstadt
• Titre: The Laurels
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(Jose Lopez) Ay, how green the laurels are! What fiery roses! If you're thinking of leaving me better to take away my life; Lift your eyes to look at me If you are not engaged to be married. You are a sprig of cotton That lives in the bud; Ay, what sadness I feel When you fill yourself with haughtiness Upon seeing my heart Entangled with yours! You are a rose from Castille That can only be seen in May I would like to invite you, But in truth I don't know If there is someone in the way Better that I go away. So goes the farewell Chinito, to your affections The Blessed women Are the ruin of men; And here ends the singing Of the verses of the laurels