There is no rose, there is no rose, only its dry leaves
Song
1. There is no rose, there is no rose, only its dry leaf, ; I have no lover, no lover, the evening has dissuaded me, ; Dissuaded me, dissuaded me, don't love me, never me, ; I am poor, I have no wealth, don't love me. ; ; 2. The wind is playing, the wind is playing with the fig tree leaf, ; I am playing too, I am playing with my old lover, ; Play my baby, my little angel, you won't play for long anymore, you are playing now, ; October is coming, the outlaw month, then you will march away.