Flor de mi Alma

The flower of my soul
Snow will fall on these stones
Pomegranates will ripe in the gardens
When will my lonely soul (here is as the wordplay- mountain)
Meet with you (here is as the wordplay- garden)
Hey, majestic bird on the mountain
Don’t lie on the cold stone
There is one girl in this field
Who is very lonely (wordplay- whose pillow is half-empty)