El Fusil Del Poeta Es Una Rosa - Raphael

MIENTRAS JUGO LA GUERRA DE LOS NIÑOS

CON UN FISL HECHO DE CUALQUIER COSA

QUIZAS DE ARROZ, QUIEN SABE DE UNA ROSA

ENVEJECIO DE AMOR CARGANDO FURIAS

Y SE ENROLO A MORIR DONDE ANTES QUISO

SIMPLEMENTE SUCEDE COMO DIJo

ESE DIA EL FUSIL ERA UNA ROSA

RASTRILLADA EN EL AIRE, PELIGROSA

ESE DIA ERA EL SOL MAS SOL AL RIO

MAS RIO EL RIO Y MAS LA GUERRA ERA

Y MAS LA MUERTE DESDE LA RIBERA

CONTRA EL LEVE FUSIL

QUE ERA ESE DIA

SOLAMENTE UNA ROSA

ESE DIA ERA EL SOL MAS SOL AL RIO

MAS RIO EL RIO Y MAS LA GUERRA ERA

Y MAS LA MUERTE DESDE LA RIBERA

Y UNA GRANADA EL VERSO DETONADO

ABIERTA ESTA LA ROSA COLORADA

EN LA MARGEN DEL RIO ENRAIZADA

QUEDO AL ROCIO QUE

LLOVIO DE UN RIO AQUEL

HUNDIDO RIO EN SUS VENAS ROTAS

ABIERTA ESTA, ABIERTA COMO ENTONCES

AL HOMBRO DEL POETA

ABIERTA ESTA, ABIERTA COMO ENTONCES

AL HOMBRO DEL POETA

VA GANANDO LA GUERRA CON SU ROSA

LA BOCA DESDE EL RIO

SUS PAJAROS, SUS ARBOLES

Y ES QUE JUGO LA GUERRA DE LOS HOMBRES

HACIENDOSE UN FUSIL

DE CADA COSA QUE NO FUERA UN FUSIL

ESE DIA SE ARMABA DE UNA ROSA

EL FUSIL DEL POETA SOLO ES UNA ROSA

WHILE I PLAY THE KID'S WAR

WITH A FISL MADE OF ANYTHING

MAYBE RICE, WHO KNOWS ABOUT A ROSE

GROWN OLD OF LOVE CHARGING FURIES

AND HE ENROLLED TO DIE WHERE HE WANTED BEFORE

IT JUST HAPPENS LIKE YOU SAID

THAT DAY THE RIFLE WAS A ROSE

RAKED IN THE AIR, DANGEROUS

THAT DAY WAS THE MOST SUNNY SUN ON THE RIVER

MORE RIO THE RIVER AND MORE THE WAR WAS

AND MORE DEATH FROM THE SHORE

AGAINST THE LIGHT RIFLE

WHAT WAS THAT DAY

JUST A ROSE

THAT DAY WAS THE MOST SUNNY SUN ON THE RIVER

MORE RIO THE RIVER AND MORE THE WAR WAS

AND MORE DEATH FROM THE SHORE

AND A GRENADE THE VERSE DETONATED

THE COLORADA ROSA IS OPEN

ROOTED ON THE RIVER BANK

I STAY TO THE ROCIO THAT

IT RAINED FROM A RIVER

SUNKEN RIVER IN ITS BROKEN VEINS

OPEN THIS, OPEN LIKE THEN

ON THE POET'S SHOULDER

OPEN THIS, OPEN LIKE THEN

ON THE POET'S SHOULDER

HE IS WINNING THE WAR WITH HIS ROSE

THE MOUTH FROM THE RIVER

YOUR BIRDS, YOUR TREES

AND IT IS THAT I PLAY THE WAR OF MEN

MAKING A RIFLE

OF EVERY THING THAT WAS NOT A RIFLE

THAT DAY HE ARMED A ROSE

THE POET'S RIFLE IS JUST A ROSE