Rojo Sobre Negro
Luis Eduardo Aute
Red on Black
Red on black
A red rose fell
On the asphalt
And then it rained
I went to pick it up
The wind blew
I ran after it
And it disappeared
Red on black
Your lips in the darkness
Flames that ignite
To illuminate
I approached to kiss them
Seeking pleasure
I cursed those lips
When I got burned
Red on black
Blood that stains the mud
Soul of a soldier
Who suffers no more
He didn't ask for war
He didn't want to die
Heavens, how much shit
To survive!
