Lyrics and translation SES - Romance Da Bela Rosa

Romance Da Bela Rosa

Unha vez houbo unha flor
Que só ulía certa xente
No xardín dun gran demente
Con máis poder que razón

A rosa leda medrou,
Medrou soa e sen axuda,
Era forte coma ruda,
Contra o frío e o calor

Saíu o sol e corou,
Co seu vermello impoñente,
Tanto, que ao amo e a outras xentes
Molestou o seu primor

No canto de con amor,
Ollábana con vaidade,
E ante a fermosa humildade
Respostaron con temor

Moitas flores do redor,
De xardíns de alleas terras,
Aplaudiron moi contentas
Cando o amo as recortou

A planta quedou sen flor
Pero aínda resistía,
Porque a raíz se nutría
Da terra que a enxendrou

A terra considerou
Que o seu froito era inocente,
Que fora nobre e valente
E dela se preocupou

A auga axiña chegou
E o resto de compañeiras
Acudíronlle lixeiras
E calmaron a súa dor

Certo día aquel señor
Foi alabar a maceira
E reparou na roseira
Que cortara con rancor

Mil rosas con esplendor
Recendían maxestuosas
Unhas espiñas máis grosas
Que as tesouras do señor

Comprendiu o amo entón,
O seu crime despiadado,
Caiu ao chan apenado
E pola rosa chorou

Aquela primeira flor
Só no recordo latexa
Pero se a raíz é rexa
A planta non morre, non

Romance of the Fair Rose

There once was a flower
That only certain people could smell
In the garden of a great madman
With more power than reason

The lovely rose grew,
Grew alone and without help,
It was as strong as rue,
Against the cold and the heat

The sun came out and blushed,
With its reddish grandeur,
So much so that the master and other people
Were bothered by its beauty

Instead of with love,
They looked at it with vanity,
And before the beautiful humility
They responded with fear

Many of the surrounding flowers,
From gardens in foreign lands,
Applauded with great joy
When the master cut them back

The plant was left without a flower
But it still resisted,
For its roots nourished
The earth that had created it

The earth considered
That its fruit was innocent,
That it had been noble and brave
And it worried about it

The water quickly arrived
And the rest of the companions
Swiftly came to its aid
And calmed its pain

One day that lord
Went to praise the apple tree
And noticed the rose bush
That he had cut with spite

A thousand splendid roses
Flourished majestically
Thorns thicker than
The lord's shears

The master then understood,
His heartless crime,
He fell to the ground in sorrow
And wept for the rose

That first flower
Only lives on in memory
But if the root is strong
The plant does not die, no