“Flores” is a lovesick promise wrapped in perfume, memory, and a little dramatic exaggeration. The singer still smells like “Dolce&Gabbana” and says, “Tu perfume está en mi cama, no te puedo olvidar” [Your perfume is on my bed, I can’t forget you]. He is convinced she will return, even if he jokes that he would “echar un tiro con Satanás” [have a showdown with Satan] just to get back to her. That image is deliberately over the top, while “Te traigo loco al 200%” [You drive me crazy at 200%] makes his obsession sound almost comically precise. His answer is simple: “Te mando flores, princesa” [I’m sending you flowers, princess].
The second verse gets more intimate and playful. He wants to count every mole on her body, then “dibujaré en tu espalda una constelación” [I’ll draw a constellation on your back]. He says he loses sleep over her kisses and loves her seriously enough to stop being a “cabrón,” a slang word here for someone acting like a jerk or a tough, difficult guy. The song’s charm is in that contrast: grand promises about Satan and 200% madness beside the tender detail of perfume on the bed, counting moles, and sending flowers.