Translation of the song lyrics La Feria De La Flores - Los Lobos

La Feria De La Flores (original)

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

La Feria De La Flores (translation)

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 eat 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 from her transplanted
To the garden of my house
And if the gardener shows up
We'll see what happens
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
Here is a sullen rose
What is the flower of my loves
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 mountain
To come to see the flowers
There is no hill that is steep for me
Not even quaco that I get stuck
Although another wants to cut it
I spotted her first
And I swear I have to steal it
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
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