Fostes a Rosa Preferida
Messias Dias e Graciele Pimenta
You Were the Favorite Rose
Ah, there are no roses without thorns / not in Jesus' flowerbed,
There whoever wants to gain life / has to carry their cross.
In this garden was sown / Rita of Cassia, the rose-flower,
Who left everything in this life / because she understood what love is!
Neither sufferings nor family / disappointed her decision,
To follow only Jesus Christ / never betray her heart.
You were the favorite rose! / O Saint Rita of Jesus!
Chorus: teach me a lesson of life! / to suffer, to love, carrying the cross. (repeat)
In bitter life, O Saint Rita / whoever knows how to love, knows how to suffer,
And in the torturing silence / learns the art of living!
Your countenance reflected / the splendor of your life,
The bright light of joy / to express our Lord!
Your perfume so divine / makes our people dream.
Even suffering in this life / only those who know how to love are happy.
You were the favorite rose! / O Saint Rita of Jesus!
Chorus: teach me a lesson of life! / to suffer, to love, carrying the cross. (repeat)
Holy woman of the impossible / bless our roses,
For the most difficult moments / may they be miraculous flowers!
Remedy for our pains / balm for the heart,
And when there is discord / among couples, may there be unity!
Give us your beloved Jesus / so that we can walk,
And embracing our cross / may we also be saved.
You were the favorite rose! / O Saint Rita of Jesus!
Chorus: teach me a lesson of life! / to suffer, to love, carrying the cross. (repeat)
