La Rosa (part. Paco de Lucía)

Lips, your colorful lips close to both of us
Celia, raining sugar, the bam-bam and the guaguancó
Lips, your colorful lips close to both of us
Lips, we have that dance there in the middle of the Malecón

The loves have sides
He loves her, but she not so much
The carnations are singing
And the rose will end up crying

I only know that when time passes
My soul will remain echoing in the wind
I only have one thought
That life is short, it passes in a moment

My Paco went to Havana, Havana has its park
The wave breaks on the stone and my heart breaks
My Paco went to Havana, Havana has its park
The wave breaks on the stone, I will not stop loving you

And now I bring you, look at how things are
That a carnation has no thorns, that thorns the rose has
And now I bring you, look at how things are
That a carnation has no thorns, that thorns the rose has

Winter is passing
She cries, but I sing to her
Words fly away
But my verses remain

I only know that when time passes
I will embed my soul in the middle of the wind
I only have one thought
That life is short, it passes in a moment

My Paco went to Havana, Havana has its park
The wave breaks on the stone and my heart breaks
My Paco went to Havana, Havana has its park
The wave breaks on the stone and my heart breaks

And now I bring you, look at how things are
That a carnation has no thorns, that thorns the rose has
And now I bring you, look at how things are
That a carnation has no thorns, that thorns the rose has

Now I bring you, look at how things are (Look at how things are)
That a carnation has no thorns, that thorns the rose has (The rose has thorns)
Now I bring you, look at how things are
That a carnation has no thorns, that thorns the rose has

Now I bring you, look at how things are
That a carnation has no thorns, that thorns the rose has
And now I bring you, look at how things are
That a carnation has no thorns, that thorns the rose has