Don't think too much,
Don't hold too tight,
Let’s just sit back and let it all go
Don't think too much,
Don't hold too tight,
Let’s just sit back and let it all go.

Let’s sit back and enjoy the flowers,
I could sit right here with you for hours,
Maybe baby lets just enjoy the view,

Let’s go and get ourselves lost,
Find what we've been dreaming of,
Maybe we could be onto something new.

Don't think too much,
Don't hold too tight,
Let’s just sit back and let it all go,
Don't think too much,
Don't hold too tight,

Let’s just sit back and let it all go.

Let’s sit back and enjoy the flowers [the flowers],
I could sit right here with you for hours,
Maybe baby lets just enjoy the view,
Let’s go and get ourselves lost,
Find what we've been dreaming of,
Maybe we could be onto something new.

Don't think too much,
Don't hold too tight,
Let’s just sit back and let it all go,
Don't think too much,
Don't hold too tight,
Let’s just sit back and let it all go,

Don't think too much,
Don't hold too tight,
Let’s just sit back and let it all go,
Don't think too much,
Don't hold too tight,

Let’s just sit back and let it all go.

Oooh, ooh, ooh.

ES:

No sé que tienen las flores
Las flores del campo santo
No sé que tienen las flores
Las flores del campo santo

Que cuando las mueve el viento
Parece que están llorando

A un santo cristo de fierro (llorona)
Mis penas le conté yo
A un santo cristo de fierro, llorona
Mis penas le conté yo

Y cuales serían mis penas, llorona
Que el santo cristo lloró
Y cuales serían mis penas, llorona
Que el santo cristo lloró

Hay de mi llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Hay de mi llorona
Llorona llévame contigo

Y cúbreme con tu manto, llorona
Porque me muero de frío
Y cúbreme con tu manto, llorona
Porque me muero de frío

Dicen que no tengo duelo
Porque no me ven llorar
Dicen que no tengo duelo, llorona
Porque no me ven llorar

Hay muertos que no hacen ruido
Y es más grande su penar
Hay muertos que no hacemos ruido
Y es más grande mi penar

No creas que porque canto (llorona)
Tengo el corazón alegre
No creas que porque canto, llorona
Tengo el corazón alegre

También de dolor se canta, llorona
Cuando llorar no se puede
También de dolor se canta, llorona
Cuando llorar no se puede

Hay de mi, llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Hay de mi, llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Hay de mi, llorona
Llorona llévame contigo

Y cúbreme con tu manto, llorona
Porque me muero de frío



EN:

I don't know what's wrong with the flowers
The flowers of the holy field
I don't know what's wrong with the flowers
The flowers of the holy field

That when the wind moves them
They seem to be crying

To a holy iron Christ (Llorona (weeping woman))
I told my sorrows
To a holy iron christ, Llorona
I told my sorrows

And how great were my sorrows, Llorona
That the holy Christ wept
And how great were my sorrows, Llorona
That the holy Christ wept

Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you

And cover me with your mantle, Llorona
For I'm dying of cold
And cover me with your mantle, Llorona
For I'm dying of cold

They say I don't grieve
Because they don't see me cry
They say I don't grieve, Llorona
Because they don't see me cry

There are dead people who don't make a noise
Yet their sorrow is greater
There are dead people whom we don't make a noise
Yet my sorrow is greater

Don't think that because I sing (Llorona)
I have a happy heart
Don't think that because I sing, Llorona
I have a happy heart

Also from pain one sings, Llorona
When one cannot cry
Also from pain one sings, Llorona
When we cannot cry

Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you

And cover me with your mantle, Llorona
For I'm dying of cold

Well I’ll find a new shelter
Won’t have to suffer
From questions
Thrill is gone

When the river’s running deep inside my mind
I just keep on breathin’ in and breathin’ out