One day I found a flower in the street.
It was withered and in tatters.
Already pale, almost drowned in a sigh.
I brought it to my garden to take care of it.

This flower with the sleeping petals
That I care for today with all my soul,
Found again its lost colour
Because it found a caregiver who gave it some water.

I gave it a bit of love.
I protected it in my soul,
And in winter, I kept it warm
So it wouldn't be damaged.

Today, I am the owner of this flower,
And I promised to take care of it,
So that nobody steals its colour,
So that it never goes away.1

From this flower arose so many things.
Love was born that had once been lost,
And from the light of the sun, the shadow fled,
And along with the shadow, separation and forgetfulness fled.

I gave it a bit of love.
I protected it in my soul,
And in winter, I kept it warm
So that it wouldn't be damaged.

Today, I am the owner of this flower,
And I promised to take care of it,
To hold it close to me,
So that it never goes away.

So that it never goes away.
[Repeated several times until the end of the sung lyrics
and interspersed among the following lines]

I raised my glass to my cherished flower1 with a bit of love.
And in winter my garden is filled with colour.
Oh when I see it, I fall in love with it and it carries me away and it carries me away.
Ave Maria, Puerto Rico!
Take it, Sergio!