Ukhamampi Munataxa
Los Kjarkas
My Beloved Rose
She left without saying goodbye
She left without looking back
I still remember her
My beloved rose
Lonely and sad, I remember her
I suffer and cry for her departure
And looking at the stars
I ask God to bring her back to me
She was the most tender rose
My beloved rose, oh, oh, oh
She was a flower in my life
She was the light of my soul
She was the most tender rose
My beloved rose
