L'important c'est la rose [English translation]

You who walk with the wind

alone in the too big town

with the quiet depression

of a passer-by

You whom she dropped

to run towards other moons,

to chase other fortunes,

What matters...

What matters

it's the rose that matters

it's the rose that matters

it's the rose, believe me.

You who looks for some money

to make it to the end of the week,

in the town you walk

your rickety

stuntman, as the sun sets

you pass in front of the banks

If you're nothing but a mountebank,

what matters...

What matters

it's the rose that matters

it's the rose that matters

it's the rose, believe me.

You, youngster, whom your parents

left on your own in this world,

little bird with no light,

with no springtime

In your white cloth jacket

it's as cold as in Bohemia,

your heart is as if in Lent,

And yet...

What matters

it's the rose that matters

it's the rose that matters

it's the rose, believe me.

You for whom, giving-giving,

I've chanted these few lines

as if for making you a sign

in passing

Say at your turn now

that life doesn't matter,

that through a flower that dances

on time...

What matters

it's the rose that matters

it's the rose that matters

it's the rose, believe me. (bis)

• Artist:Amália Rodrigues