Lyrics of Feria de las Flores - Jorge Negrete

Feria de las Flores (original)

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

(translation)

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