I had for myself only a corner of the sky
I had my night I had my stars
I had a rose it was my whole world
A shy pink rose the color of her
Poor friend the your story is a fairy tale
Poor friend your heart is in the clouds
You see roses on stone streets
You see life in the color of your dreams
But you seem sincere in your naivety
br/>Go ahead with your story out of curiosity 
One day my naive rose asked
If I remove my thorns will you take me away with you
I saw her so beautiful but when I raised my hand< br/>The beautiful rose vanished the world stopped
No dear friend my story is not a fairy tale
No dear friend my heart is not in the clouds
I don't see roses on the stone streets
I see life trampling on my dreams
No dear friend my story is not a fairy tale
But with that flower my youth has vanished
And when I think I can keep happiness
/>I see a rose that blooms and then goes away