Lenda das Rosas
Na mesma campa nasceram
Duas roseiras a par
Conforme o vento as movia
Iam-se as rosas beijar
Deu uma rosas vermelhas
Desse vermelho que os sábios
Dizem ser a cor dos lábios
Onde o amor põe centelhas
Da outra, gentis parelhas
De rosas brancas vieram
Só nisso diferentes eram
Nada mais as diferençou
A mesma seiva as criou
Na mesma campa nasceram
Dizem contos magoados
Que aquele triste coval
Fora leito nupcial
De dois jovens namorados
Que no amor contrariados
Ali se foram finar
E continuaram a amar
Lá no além todavia
E por isso ali havia
Duas roseiras a par
A lenda simples, singela
Conta mais que as rosas brancas
Eram as mãos puras, francas
Da desditosa donzela
E ao querer beijar as mãos dela
Como na vida o fazia
A boca dele se abria
Em rosas de rubra cor
E segredavam o amor
Conforme o vento as movia
Quando as crianças passavam
Junto à linda sepultura
Toda a gente afirma e jura
Que as rosas brancas coravam
E as vermelhas se fechavam
Para ninguém lhes tocar
Mas que alta noite, ao luar
Entre um séquito de goivos
Tal qual os lábios dos noivos
Iam-se as rosas beijar
Tal qual os lábios dos noivos
Iam-se as rosas beijar
Legend of the Roses
In the same grave they were born
Two rose bushes side by side
As the wind moved them
The roses went to kiss each other
One gave red roses
Of that red that the wise ones
Say is the color of lips
Where love puts sparks
Of the other, gentle pairs
Of white roses came
Only in this were they different
Nothing else set them apart
The same sap created them
In the same grave they were born
They say sad tales
That that sad grave
Was the bridal bed
Of two young lovers
Who in love, opposed
There they went to die
And continued to love
There in the beyond, however
And that's why there were
Two rose bushes side by side
The simple, simple legend
Tells more than the white roses
Were the pure, frank hands
Of the unfortunate maiden
And wanting to kiss her hands
As he did in life
His mouth opened
In roses of red color
And they whispered love
As the wind moved them
When the children passed by
Next to the beautiful tomb
Everyone affirms and swears
That the white roses blushed
And the red ones closed
So no one would touch them
But that late at night, in the moonlight
Among a retinue of carnations
Just like the lips of the bride and groom
The roses went to kiss each other
Just like the lips of the bride and groom
The roses went to kiss each other