Roseira Branca

I built a little clay and wood shack
And planted a rosebush for her
And quickly the rosebush grew
Love blossomed and I married her
But I didn't know that her desire
Was to have freedom, to live like the flowers
In a false kingdom of a noble princess
Selling beauty and changing lovers

White rosebush by the roadside
No longer a home, the shack crumbled
You no longer give flowers, the garden doesn't exist
Everything became sad when she left
You live alone like a firefly
You have no more perfume, suffer like me
You are the portrait of sad memories
And my hope has also died

I still remember that in the spring
You were the most beautiful in the whole garden
And your story is just like hers
For being the most beautiful, she forgot about me
And went to the city to live in illusion
She danced in a ballroom to satisfy her desires
Don't remember the rose, don't be jealous
She buys perfume by selling her kisses

And today, those who pass by the roadside
See you withered on the fallen ground
But she also now lives drinking
Crying and suffering in the hell of life
It's me, you, and her suffering separately
Remembering the past, just like the three of us
Far from each other and united in pain
Because love doesn't bloom again