Lenda das Rosas

In the same grave they were born
Two rose bushes side by side
As the wind moved them
The roses went to kiss each other

One gave red roses
Of that red that the wise ones
Say is the color of lips
Where love puts sparks
Of the other, gentle pairs
Of white roses came
Only in this were they different
Nothing else set them apart
The same sap created them
In the same grave they were born

They say sad tales
That that sad grave
Was the bridal bed
Of two young lovers
Who in love, opposed
There they went to die
And continued to love
There in the beyond, however
And that's why there were
Two rose bushes side by side

The simple, simple legend
Tells more than the white roses
Were the pure, frank hands
Of the unfortunate maiden
And wanting to kiss her hands
As he did in life
His mouth opened
In roses of red color
And they whispered love
As the wind moved them

When the children passed by
Next to the beautiful tomb
Everyone affirms and swears
That the white roses blushed
And the red ones closed
So no one would touch them
But that late at night, in the moonlight
Among a retinue of carnations
Just like the lips of the bride and groom
The roses went to kiss each other
Just like the lips of the bride and groom
The roses went to kiss each other