O Que Tem a Rosa
Os Mirins
What the Rose Has
What does the rose have so scattered
It was the early morning dew
I miss it, sighs too
I sent a message, Rosa doesn't come
I cried and cry on this guitar
Only she herself consoles me
I sent a message to my Rosa
But they told me Rosa wouldn't come
Goodbye, goodbye, tender heart
Delicacy, beautiful face
