No Arranques Mas Flores

Rose is a flower,
in a crystal glass.
A cruel fate,
cut her stem in two.
Rose lives in gray
sitting on a couch:
it was an explosion...
and she doesn't understand, doesn't comprehend
thistle flower, tell your cry.
A bitter challenge, babe
today you want to fly higher
you're not afraid of the hawk.
Your lips are silver,
your eyes frost drops,
that shine in the dark.
Rose wants to walk
without the help of metal.
She wants to share
be a normal girl,
she dreams of traveling,
far from the big city
on a long train
and go far away, always far away
where time runs slow.