Noche de rosas (o Erev shel shoshanim)
Victor Jara
Night of Roses (or Evening of Roses)
Evening of roses
Let's go to the garden
Myrrh, spices, and frankincense
Are a gift for your feet
Night descends slowly
And a rose-scented breeze
Come, I will whisper a song softly
A love song
Dawn breaks, a dove
Your head is crowned with dew
Open to the morning, rose
I will pick it for you.
