Rosa Branca

I met the White Rose
I fell in love with her
For her I have suffered, my dear
She was the flower I loved the most
For her I have suffered, my dear
She was the flower I loved the most

I like the White Rose
Beautiful delicate flower
Even the birds like her, my dear
Because she is fragrant
Even the birds like her, my dear
Because she is fragrant

For her I have suffered
And I will suffer a lot more
Because without my White Rose, my dear
It's not worth living
Because without my White Rose, my dear
It's not worth living

Alone, I can't accept
Being away from this little flower
My greatest feeling, my dear
Is not having White Rose as mine
My greatest feeling, my dear
Is not having White Rose as mine

For my beloved White Rose
My love has always lived
In the garden of my life, my dear
No other like her has bloomed
In the garden of my life, my dear
No other like her has bloomed