De Todas Maneras Rosas
Ismael Rivera
Roses Anyway
Roses anyway
For those who have already forgotten me
A bouquet of roses is worth more
Of spring and color
Roses anyway
For those who have already forgotten me
A bouquet of roses is worth more
Of spring and color
Even if the weariness
The difference, the forgetfulness
Fall upon what has been lived
In the end like the curtain
I bring a bouquet
A bouquet of beautiful flowers
Of perfumed colors
For those who have already forgotten me
Roses anyway
For those who have already forgotten me
The woman is a rose
With thorns of passion
Roses, roses, roses anyway
