Rosas Uzules
Me siento feo
nadie escribira mi biografia
mis historia
se repite en otras vidas
Que se se yo de mi
yo no se nada todavia
me voy bajo tierra a buscar las raices
porque en las superficies
las calles estan muy usadas
Alla arriba....
Hablan y hablan
las mismas palabras
mismas ideas que no me interesan
ellos juegan el gran juego
entre rejas....
Bajo tierra tampoco hay caminos
y estoy perdido hasta que consigo
unas semillas hermosas
entonces salgo a la luz de nuevo
Y yo las siembro, las riego
son Azules Rosas
tienen escamas en vez de hojas
tienen sangre
ellas bailan, ellas hablan otros idiomas
Rosas Azules, mis rosas azules (bis)
Entre rejas....
En otras vidas...
Biografia ...
Estan muy usadas....
Tiene sangre....
Rosas Azules
Mis Rosas Azules
Dedicatória
The wind is in from Africa
Last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here Carey
But it's really not my home
My fingernails are filthy, I got beach tar on my feet
And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne
Oh Carey get out your cane
And I'll put on some silver
Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you fine
Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine
And we'll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down
Let's have a round for these freaks and these soldiers
A round for t
Last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here Carey
But it's really not my home
My fingernails are filthy, I got beach tar on my feet
And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne
Oh Carey get out your cane
And I'll put on some silver
Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you fine
Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine
And we'll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down
Let's have a round for these freaks and these soldiers
A round for t