Roseira Brava

Wild rosebush, wild rose
Boat without a rudder or oars
Wild rosebush is life
That we bitterly live.

Wild rosebush doesn't have
Open roses on its branches
Wild rosebush is a thorn
That we embed in our chest.

Wild rosebush, wild rose
Unfolded rosebud
Wild rosebush is your face
Breaking through the dawn.

Wild rosebush in the wind
Spreading the seed around
Wild rosebush is remembering
Who doesn't remember us.

Wild rosebush, wild rose
That the Summer sun doesn't warm
Wild rosebush is love
For those who don't deserve love.

Wild rosebush is the hatred
That slowly undermines the root
Wild rosebush, wild rose
Rosebush of my country.

Wild rosebush is the hatred
Rosebush of my country.