Rosa Enjeitada

I am this rose, capricious, without being mean
Flower of pure soul and tenderness to God's will
Who once saw, who felt a great love
And from passion, the heart bursting with pain

Abandoned rose
Without mother, without bread, without anything
What a sad and tearful life
Your destiny gave you
Abandoned rose
Humble and fragrant rose
After all, unfortunate, who are you?
Abandoned rose
A woman who suffered

So poor that she still had an affection
Someone she loved and dreamed of an illusion
But that someone fell in love with another
And so I was left without him, whom I loved and abandoned