Le rose rosse - Carlo Buti

Tutte le rose di tutti i roseti

Vorrebbe il cuore soltanto per s?,

Tutte le rose dei giorni pi?

lieti

Porti ni’cuore, pi?

triste non ?.

E si fan tenere, le bocche baciano,

Baciano e fremono tra i prati in fior.

Cuore so che vuoi goder

So che vuoi per te Rose d’ogni colore

Ma, le rose rosse no!

Non le voglio veder

Non le voglio veder

So d’un giardino che fu devastato

Poich?

la guerra feroce vi entr?

Tutto il terreno di sangue arrossato

Sangue che tutte le rose macchi?

E rosseggiarono corolle e petali

In fronte al tiepido bacio del sol.

Cuore so che vuoi goder

So che vuoi per te Rose d’ogni colore

Ma, le rose rosse no!

Non le voglio veder

Non le voglio veder

Torni il bel maggio e il ricordo cancelli

D’un tempo tristo che alfine pass?

Tutti i colori pi?

vaghi e pi?

belli

Vegga fiorir chi sofferse d’amor

Ma non ritornino le rosse immagini

Che ci ricordano tanto dolor.

Cuore so che vuoi goder

So che vuoi per te Rose d’ogni colore

Ma, le rose rosse no!

Non le voglio veder

Non le voglio veder!

All the roses of all the rose gardens

Would he like the heart only for himself?

All the roses of the most recent days

glad

Do you bring no heart, more?

sad not?.

And they let themselves be held, their mouths kiss,

They kiss and quiver among the flowering meadows.

Heart I know you want to enjoy

I know you want roses of every color for yourself

But, red roses don't!

I don't want to see them

I don't want to see them

I know of a garden that was devastated

Since?

the fierce war entered it?

All the ground of red blood

Blood that all roses stain?

And the corollas and petals turned red

In front of the warm kiss of the sun.

Heart I know you want to enjoy

I know you want roses of every color for yourself

But, red roses don't!

I don't want to see them

I don't want to see them

May the beautiful May come back and the memory is erased

Of a sad time that finally passed?

All the colors more?

vague and more?

beautiful

Let those who suffer from love flourish

But the red images do not return

That remind us of so much pain.

Heart I know you want to enjoy

I know you want roses of every color for yourself

But, red roses don't!

I don't want to see them

I don't want to see them!