Rosa Marchita
El viento deshojó una flor,
Una rosa roja que cayó,
Cerca de mí,la recogí.
Noté que la rosa lloraba
Por ti.
Una rosa que al morir, llora
Conmigo este cruel sufrir,
Pena de amor, y en mi dolor,
Recuerdo el momento en que tú
Te me fuiste ¡ooh!
Es la flor que me dejaste,
Cuando de pronto te marchaste,
Mi corazón lo destrozaste.
Rosa marchita que comprende,
Que nuestra pasión hoy sin ti
Se muere y que sin palabras
Parece musitar.
Volverás, volverás, volverás
Cariño.
Y si vuelves nuestro sol,
Volverá a brillar y su fulgor
Revivirá, a la pobre flor,
La rosa que hoy en mis manos
Se muere mira.
Es la flor que me dejaste...
Withered Rose
The wind stripped a flower,
A red rose that fell,
Close to me, I picked it up.
I noticed the rose was crying
For you.
A rose that when dying, cries
With me in this cruel suffering,
Heartache, and in my pain,
I remember the moment when you
Left me! Oh!
It's the flower you left me,
When suddenly you left,
You broke my heart.
Withered rose that understands,
That our passion today without you
Dies and that without words
It seems to whisper.
You'll come back, you'll come back, you'll come back
Darling.
And if you return, our sun,
Will shine again and its radiance
Will revive, for the poor flower,
The rose that today in my hands
Is dying, look.
It's the flower you left me...
Escrita por: López Lee / Neil Diamond