Fiore No. I 'La Rosa'

Enza La Mura 

She is a rose

In the morning she arose

Her beauty can be seen with both eyes closed

When her blinds open, darkness is broken

Her eyes move and life is in motion

She is a rose

Her lips are rose

Her hair is brown

Her heart is gold

An angel was sent from God above

he flew to her just like a dove

He blessed her life and gave her love