Rosemary
Andrés Calamaro
Rosemary
I know, Rosemary,
That you, Rosemary,
Are not yet a woman.
I know, Rosemary,
That in the end, Rosemary,
Your love will be born.
I know, Rosemary,
That in the end, Rosemary,
You will surrender to me.
Just like a flower
Surrenders...
When spring arrives,
Rosemary,
Your love will be all mine.
Maybe, Rosemary,
In you, Rosemary,
There is a dream.
Maybe, Rosemary,
In me, Rosemary,
There is another dream.
I know, Rosemary,
That in the end, Rosemary,
Everything will turn out fine.
Just like in those stories
Where when spring arrives,
Rosemary,
Your love will be all mine.