Текст и перевод песни Roberto Jordán - Rosa Marchita

Rosa Marchita

El viento deshojó una flor
Una rosa roja que cayó
Cerca de mi, la recogí
Noté que la rosa lloraba por ti

Una rosa que al morir
Llora conmigo este cruel sufrir
Pena de amor, y en mi dolor
Recuerdo el momento en que tú te me fuiste, oh

Es la flor que me dejaste
Cuando de pronto te marchaste
Mi corazón lo destrozaste
Rosa marchita que comprende
Que nuestra pasión hoy sin ti se muere
Y que sin palabras parece musitar
Volverás, volverás, volverás cariño

Y si vuelves, nuestro sol
Volverá a brillar y su fulgor revivirá
A la pobre flor
La rosa que hoy en mis manos se muere, mira

Es la flor que me dejaste
Cuando de pronto te marchaste
Mi corazón lo destrozaste
Rosa marchita que comprende
Que nuestra pasión hoy sin ti se muere
Y que sin palabras parece musitar
Volverás, volverás, vólveras cariño

Y si vuelves nuestro sol
Volverá a brillar y su fulgor revivirá
A la pobre flor
La rosa que hoy en mis manos se muere

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Faded Rose

The wind has unpetalled a flower
A red rose that has fallen
Near me, I picked it up
I noticed that the rose was weeping for you

A rose that when dying
Weeps with me this cruel suffering
Pain of love, and in my sorrow
I remember the moment when you left me, oh

It's the flower you left me
When you suddenly left
You shattered my heart
A faded rose that understands
That our passion dies today without you
And that without words it seems to whisper
You will return, you will return, you will return, my love

And if you return, our sun
Will shine again and its radiance will revive
The poor flower
The rose that is dying in my hands today, look

It's the flower you left me
When you suddenly left
You shattered my heart
A faded rose that understands
That our passion dies today without you
And that without words it seems to whisper
You will return, you will return, you will return, my love

And if you return, our sun
Will shine again and its radiance will revive
The poor flower
The rose that is dying in my hands today

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