It was the route to Islamorada without bad memories
But its black petals still weren't wilting
Every night I watered it with care
I took care of it and with time it finally bloomed
Now it shone with colors and its beauty was admired
Everyone who one day saw it
But flowers are like that
I learned it the hard way
That it's not enough to give your heart
Because in this cruel life
Every faithful one has their unfaithful one
And a bee for its honey, stole it from me
With pains from past lives in her black eyes
Makeup that disguised her pain
At night I took care of her
I kissed her with affection
And with time, she fell in love with me
Now her eyes shone
I looked at her beauty, I loved her
Oh, how one loves the flower
But flowers are like that
I learned it the hard way
That it's not enough to give your heart
Because in this cruel life
Every faithful one has their unfaithful one
The prettier the flowers
The more they'll hurt you if they leave
In the world where I live
There are no more flowers, only thorns
The prettier the flowers
The more they'll hurt you if they leave
It already came wilted and I made it beautiful
The prettier the flowers
The more they'll hurt you if they leave
Oh, how they hurt me, how they hurt me
The prettier the flowers
The more they'll hurt you if they leave
No-no-no, no-no-no, no-no-no
A flower has me imprisoned