La Rosa Enflorece
Nostra Morte
The Rose Blooms
The rose blooms
In the month of May
My soul darkens
Suffering from love
My soul darkens
Suffering from love
Quiet spirits
Sighing from love
And passion kills me
Hurting me with pain
And passion kills me
Hurting me with pain
But come to my arms
Come to me sooner
But come to my arms
For I am going to die
But come to my arms
For I am going to die
In your gypsy eyes
The flower opens
And as you give me this rose
My heart is reborn
And as you give me this rose
My heart is reborn
