Woman, you have the flowers of a holy field Which, when the wind blows, they seem to cry Woman, who does not... Read More
Woman, you have the flowers of a holy field Which, when the wind blows, they seem to cry Woman, who does not love does not know what martyrdom is, And the more you love, the greater the suffering Woman, know that when I sing I have a happy heart BECAUSE OF PAIN I SING You have to sing when you feel like crying and your eyes are full of tears...
