Roseret
Roseret de roses blanques,
qui mos ho havia de dir,
tan amics com érem antes,
que ara haguéssim de renyir!
Si hem renyit perquè hem renyit,
roseret del cor meu,
hem renyit per poca cosa;
Tu fé es teu, jo faré es meu.
Si la mar tornara tinta,
ses muntanyes paper fi,
t'escriuria una carteta
per lo molt que em fas patir.
Roseret de roses blanques,
qui mos ho havia de dir,
tan amics com érem antes,
que ara haguéssim de renyir!
Si hem renyit perquè hem renyit,
roseret del cor meu,
hem renyit per poca cosa;
Tu fé es teu, jo faré es meu.
Si la mar tornara tinta,
ses muntanyes paper fi,
t'escriuria una carteta
per lo molt, per lo molt,
per lo molt, que em fas patir.
Bloody Rose
Bloody rose of white roses,
who would have thought,
as friendly as we used to be,
that now we would have to quarrel!
If we quarreled because we quarreled,
bloody rose of my heart,
we quarreled over nothing;
You do yours, I'll do mine.
If the sea turned ink,
the mountains into fine paper,
I would write you a letter
for how much you make me suffer.
Bloody rose of white roses,
who would have thought,
as friendly as we used to be,
that now we would have to quarrel!
If we quarreled because we quarreled,
bloody rose of my heart,
we quarreled over nothing;
You do yours, I'll do mine.
If the sea turned ink,
the mountains into fine paper,
I would write you a letter
for how much, for how much,
for how much, you make me suffer.