Outra Rosa

I am from the wild land
Where the she-wolf suckles her young
And the wild boar shines in the Sun
I am the dog-rose
I live in the woods where
The nightingale's voice doesn't reach

I am the wild rose
That doesn't even smell like a rose
Nor is a woman's name
I am the one left from the fair
Rose of the blackberry bush
That no one dares to pick

I am the flawed rose
I am the rose like this, like this
A thing of bad blood
That hides in the wall
And you will have no one to help you
When you are caught by me

I am the flawed rose
I am the rose like this, like this
A thing of bad blood
That hides in the wall
And you will have no one to help you
When you are caught by me

I bury my foot in the sand
Where the spider weaves its web
And where the viper crawls
I am the crossroads rose
Where witch and fairy dance
I am the ill-omened rose

I am the flawed rose
I am the rose like this, like this
A thing of bad blood
That hides in the wall
And you will have no one to help you
When you are caught by me

I am the flawed rose
I am the rose like this, like this
A thing of bad blood
That hides in the wall
And you will have no one to help you
When you are caught by me