Rosa

It's the oldest tango in the world
The one that blonde heads
Mumble like a round
While learning their Latin
It's the college tango
That traps dreams in its snare
And it's a sin
Not to come out smart
It's the tango of good fathers
Who keep a stern eye
The Joes and the Pros
Who will be France tomorrow

Rosa rosa rosam
Rosae rosae rosa
Rosae rosae rosas
Rosarum rosis rosis

It's the tango of the nerds
Awkward to the extreme
And who cover with wool
Their hearts that are already cold
It's the tango of the useless
Who decline in sorrow
And who will be pharmacists
Because dad wasn't one
It's the time when I was last
Because this tango rosa rosae
I preferred to lean towards
Already my cousin Rosa

Rosa rosa rosam
Rosae rosae rosa
Rosae rosae rosas
Rosarum rosis rosis

It's the tango of strolls
Two by two under the arches
Surrounded by crows and cops
Who protected us from the whys
It's the tango of the rain on the yard
The mirror of a puddle without love
That made me understand one fine day
That I wouldn't be Vasco da Gama
But it's the tango of the blessed time
Where for a kiss too small
In the clearing of a Thursday
Cousin Rosa bloomed

Rosa rosa rosam
Rosae rosae rosa
Rosae rosae rosas
Rosarum rosis rosis

It's the tango of the zeroes
I had so many thin and fat
That I made tunnels for Charlie
Halos for Saint Francis
It's the tango of rewards
That go to those who are lucky
To learn from their childhood
Everything that won't help them
But it's the tango you regret
Once time is bought
And you realize, so foolishly
That there are thorns on the Roses

Rosa rosa rosam
Rosae rosae rosa
Rosae rosae rosas
Rosarum rosis rosis