De Todas Maneras Rosas

Roses anyway
For those who have already forgotten me
A bouquet of roses is worth more
Of spring and color

Roses anyway
For those who have already forgotten me
A bouquet of roses is worth more
Of spring and color

Even if the weariness
The difference, the forgetfulness
Fall upon what has been lived
In the end like the curtain

I bring a bouquet
A bouquet of beautiful flowers
Of perfumed colors
For those who have already forgotten me

Roses anyway
For those who have already forgotten me
The woman is a rose
With thorns of passion

Roses, roses, roses anyway