Flor Del Canelo

Every time I think of you, I can remember
Rain sounds on the roofs, a piece of bread
Illuminates a feeling, a ray of sun
Memories of your face and your voice

Every time I think of you, I can be reborn
Underneath is the earth, with you I'm really good
Uniting the ground to the sky without vanity
Your voice, thorn stem, sweet cooking

Rose, always rose, thorn flower, of your rose
Rose, always rose, ancient flower, of the rose
Daughter of the cinnamon tree, mother of the nation
Long before the year 1492, I see the news, national shame
Looking closely who takes from you and who gives

Rose, always Rose, thorn flower, of your rose
Rose, always rose, ancient flower, of the rose

Cinnamon flower, universal rosebush, resist your thorn sister Caupolicán
Four centuries counting to defend, just like today you come just like yesterday

Rose, always Rose, thorn flower, of your rose
Rose, always rose, ancient flower, of the rose