Rosa Gris

Grey rose
Sweet look and crystal lips
And the skin that I didn't touch
White as its intention

Without knowing
The rules of love street
You can't flirt
With the passion of the city

Life and dreams are gone
Like the old train that never came back
Down the street of love they go
Where, without thinking, they will be sold

Once
The day brought the opportunity
To fly even further
From the street of love

When noticing
Princess silk, caress
To the glass girl
To the cold grey rose

His skin hardened and his voice
It didn't break anymore
When sighing
The look learned to ask
What once
He didn't dare