Choram as Rosas (Lloran las Rosas)
Bruno & Marrone
The Roses Cry
The roses cry
Their perfume now turns into tears
And I feel so lost
The roses cry
My soul cries
Like a bird with wounded wings
In my dreams I search for you
My soul cries
Tears that invade my heart
Tears, words of the soul
Tears, the pure language of love
The roses cry
Because I don't want to be here
Without your perfume
Because I already know I lost you
And, among other things
I cry for you
I miss your scent
That I felt when you hugged me
Without your body, without your kiss
Everything is tasteless
Tears that invade my heart
Tears, words of the soul
Tears, the pure language of love
The roses cry
Because I don't want to be here
Without your perfume
Because I already know I lost you
And, among other things
I cry for you
The roses cry
Because I don't want to be here
Without your perfume
Because I already know I lost you
And, among other things
I cry for you
The roses cry
The roses cry
The roses cry
