Rosa Gris
Duncan Dhu
Gray Rose
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
