Sailing in southern trains
to a very nice indita I found
that sold bouquets of flowers
touring the train tracks
delighted of that brunette
I bought him a little bouquet for me
and putting the coin in their hands
to the formal indita I said well
there is indita that you sell your flowers
do not sell anyone for god
and when singing from a trojan horn
I had all the most beautiful flower
but the time and the waves back
in those directions they made me leave
I look in the station to the indita
but in cambo my time I lost
until an old lady
my sadness I wanted to know
He handed me a wilted corsage
and he told me here is his mercy
the one that comes to look is already dead
and when I leave this bouquet I leave
he gives it to the passenger lord
that in my life was my only love
Only among all we can make this a better place :)