Текст и перевод песни Tupay - Rosas

Rosas

Rosas, que embriagan con su aroma
Que hieren sus espinas, cuando quieres tocarlas
Rosas, que fueron mi alegría
Y fueron mi dolor, cuando quise cortarlas

Rosas, que adornan los jardines
Que tienen la elegancia de los viejos salones
Rosas que crecen en el campo
De todas las fragancias, que se pueden soñar

Yo tuve tantas rosas, de todos los colores
Y fueron tantas rosas, que no pude contarlas
Hoy no me queda nada, solo rondan recuerdos
Hoy soy un jardinero, que siembra soledad

Yo tuve tantas rosas, regalo del destino
Y fueron tantas rosas, que no supe cuidarlas
Hoy soy un jardinero, con un jardín desierto
Hoy soy un jardinero que siente soledad

Rosas, que embriagan con su aroma
Que hieren sus espinas, cuando quieres tocarlas
Rosas, que fueron mi alegría
Y fueron mi dolor, cuando quise cortarlas

Rosas, que adornan los jardines
Que tienen la elegancia de los viejos salones
Rosas que crecen en el campo
De todas las fragancias, que se pueden soñar

Yo tuve tantas rosas, de todos los colores
Y fueron tantas rosas, que no pude contarlas
Hoy no me queda nada, solo rondan recuerdos
Hoy soy un jardinero, que siembra soledad

Yo tuve tantas rosas, regalo del destino
Y fueron tantas rosas, que no supe cuidarlas
Hoy soy un jardinero, con un jardín desierto
Hoy soy un jardinero que siente soledad

Roses

Roses, which intoxicate with their aroma
Whose thorns may wound, when you try to touch them
Roses, which were my delight
And which were my pain, when I tried to cut them

Roses, which adorn the gardens
Whose elegance rivals that of grand old halls
Roses which grow in the fields
Of all the fragrances, you can dream

I had so many roses, of every hue
And there were so many roses, I could not count them
Now nothing remains to me, only memories linger
Now I am a gardener, who sows only solitude

I had so many roses, a gift from destiny
And there were so many roses, I did not know how to care for them
Now I am a gardener, with a desolate garden
Now I am a gardener who feels only solitude

Roses, which intoxicate with their aroma
Whose thorns may wound, when you try to touch them
Roses, which were my delight
And which were my pain, when I tried to cut them

Roses, which adorn the gardens
Whose elegance rivals that of grand old halls
Roses which grow in the fields
Of all the fragrances, you can dream

I had so many roses, of every hue
And there were so many roses, I could not count them
Now nothing remains to me, only memories linger
Now I am a gardener, who sows only solitude

I had so many roses, a gift from destiny
And there were so many roses, I did not know how to care for them
Now I am a gardener, with a desolate garden
Now I am a gardener who feels only solitude