O Amor e a Rosa

That rose you gave me
With care I planted
In a few days it sprouted
Thinking of you, I cried

My love for the rosebush
Is just like yours
Every evening I watered it
Beautiful buds bloomed

Spring was ending
And the rosebush dried up
And you also forgot me
Married another man
Sadly crying, I see the rosebush
Only your thorns remained
Wicked thorn was treacherous, piercing my heart