You are a fresh rose
A flower of love
That has abundant thorns
That prick my hand to the bone

The rose grows in a fertile garden
Among numerous other colorful blossoms
It's the most splendid flower
In any weather of any season

There are many kinds of roses:
Red, black, white... and yellow
All are magnificent thorny blooms
Like bright suns or brilliant moons

I love the fresh thorny rose
That's red, black, white,...or yellow
That gives all its beauty
And fragrance to only me.