Rosa (part. Pixinguinha)

You are
Divine and graceful, a majestic statue
Of love, sculpted by God
And formed with passion
From the soul, the most beautiful flower, with the sweetest scent
That in life is preferred by the hummingbird

If God
Were so kind to me here in this place
Of light, formed on a canvas, dazzling and beautiful
Your heart next to mine, pierced
Nailed and crucified on the rosy cross
Of your heaving chest

You are
The ideal form, a masterful statue, oh eternal soul
Of my first love, sublime love
You are
God's sovereign flower
You are
God's creation, that buries love in every heart
Laughter, faith, pain, in fragrant sandalwood, full of flavor
In voices so mournful, like a dream in bloom

You are a milky star
You are the mother of royalty
You are everything, after all, that is beautiful
In all the splendor of holy nature

Forgive me
If I dare to confess that I will always love you
Oh flower, my heart can't take it
Oh my God, how sad it is
The uncertainty of a love that makes me suffer while I wait
To lead you one day to the altar

To swear
At the feet of the Almighty, in a moving prayer
Of pain, and receive the blessing of your gratitude
After redeeming my desires in clouds of kisses
I will wrap you up until my suffering completely fades away