We are so few things
And my friend the rose told me so this morning
At dawn, I was born, named the rose
I blossomed
Happy and in love
In the rays of the sun
I closed myself at night
I awoke old
Yet I was beautiful
Yes, the most beautiful
Of all the flowers in your garden
We are so few things
And my friend the rose told me so this morning
See, the God who made me
Made my head bowed down
And I feel I'm falling
And I feel I’m falling, my heart
Is almost bare, I have a foot in the grave
Already, I am no more
You admired me yesterday, and I will dust
Forever, tomorrow
We are so few things
And my friend the rose died this morning
The moon this night, kept vigil over my friend
I, in my dream, saw, dazzling nights
Her soul that danced
Already well seen
Smiling at me.
Believe who can believe
Me, I need hope
Otherwise, I am nothing