Romance de la Plata - Christina Rosenvinge

Padre el tiempo es compasivo

De tu rosa he hecho un rosal

Con las alas de tu nombre

Han nacido siete más

Te respeto en la renuncia

A tu cuna de cristal

Por seguir un verso que hace plata

De la insondable soledad

Por seguir un verso que hace plata

De la insondable soledad

Señoritos calavera

Y gitanas de arrabal

Los nombraste caballeros, padre

En busca del Santo Grial

Cuando el ansia se hizo furia en casa

La prendiste con alcohol

Por seguir un verso que hace plata

Se quemó tu corazón

Por seguir un verso que hace plata

Se quemó tu corazón

La raíz que tú arrancaste

No ha crecido nunca más

Nadie vino de esa tierra fría

A llorar tu funeral

Más un gitano en traje oscuro, padre

Te veló en el hospital

Y su lagrima era fina plata

Plata fina de verdad

Y su lagrima era fina plata

Plata fina de verdad

¿Cómo no voy a entenderte padre?

Si es mi misma soledad

Father time is compassionate

From your rose I have made a rosebush

With the wings of your name

Seven more have been born

I respect you in resignation

To your crystal cradle

For following a verse that makes money

Of the unfathomable loneliness

For following a verse that makes money

Of the unfathomable loneliness

skull ladies

And gypsies from the suburbs

You knighted them, father

In search of the Holy Grail

When the craving raged at home

you lit her with alcohol

For following a verse that makes money

your heart was burned

For following a verse that makes money

your heart was burned

The root that you uprooted

has never grown up

No one came from that cold land

to mourn your funeral

Plus a gypsy in a dark suit, father

He watched over you in the hospital

And his tear was fine silver

real fine silver

And his tear was fine silver

real fine silver

How can I not understand you father?

If it is my own loneliness