A Rosa

Ruin my life project
Dear, star of my path
Thorn stuck in my throat
Throat
The saint sometimes changes my name
And disappears

And disappears in the early hours
Poor thing, works as a night shift
Artist, crazy about Portela
Look at her
Look at her, dressed in green and pink

The Rose ensures she's always mine
Quietly, went out to buy cigarettes
What a joke, brought some things from the North
How lucky
How lucky, came back all smiling

Insane, invents every caress
Egyptian, finds me and turns my face
Odara, engraved my name on the shirt
Abuses, accuses me
Searches the pockets of the pants

The fake cleaned out my wallet
Smoothly, paid our bill
Beauty, at the right time leaves me, complains
The geisha
How lovely
The Rose

Ah, Rose, what about my life project?
Bandit, where's my guiding star?
Bitch, forgets me in the dark night
But swears
Swears to me that one day she'll come back home

Ruin my life project
Dear, star of my path
Thorn stuck in my throat
Throat
The saint sometimes calls me Alberto
Alberto

Certainly dreamed of some soap opera
Penelope, waiting for me embroidering
Sweating, stayed in bed with fever
What a fever
The hare, how can she be so fiery
The Rose

The Rose swore her eternal love
My suit stayed at the dry cleaner's
One day she brought me a tight outfit
I like, I like
Insisted on dancing a tango

My meal disappeared from the fridge
Homemade, her sauce is wonderful
What a daughter, visits the family in Sampa
To the pampas, to the pampas
Came back all peeled

The fairy, ends my lyre
The spinning, exhausts my larynx
Sphinx, devours my person
In vain, the good
How lovely
The Rose

Ah, Rose, what about my life project?
Bandit, where's my guiding star?
Bitch, forgets me in the dark night
But swears
Swears to me that one day she'll come back home