Come my little rose,
You brighten up the house.
With your soft cheeks,
Soft and fragrant too.
Delicate, graceful,
Always growing lovelier,
Always more beloved,
Oh, my dear mother.
Just as Dad would say,
“My beautiful rose,
If you have any thorns,
Don’t worry about them.”
(Sing on, keep singing),
Time slips away,
Little ugly one will grow!
With your love, Mama.
Paulette Cherici-Porello (1924 – 2018) Monaco
Translated by Thaura AI
Source: Tradiçiue Comité National des Traditions Monégasques
You brighten up the house.
With your soft cheeks,
Soft and fragrant too.
Delicate, graceful,
Always growing lovelier,
Always more beloved,
Oh, my dear mother.
Just as Dad would say,
“My beautiful rose,
If you have any thorns,
Don’t worry about them.”
(Sing on, keep singing),
Time slips away,
Little ugly one will grow!
With your love, Mama.
Paulette Cherici-Porello (1924 – 2018) Monaco
Translated by Thaura AI
Source: Tradiçiue Comité National des Traditions Monégasques
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