Lyrics of El Fusil del Poeta, Es una Rosa - Raphael

El Fusil del Poeta, Es una Rosa (original)

MIENTRAS JUGO LA GUERRA DE LOS NIÑOS
CON UN FISL HECHO DE CUALQUIER COSA
QUIZAS DE ARROZ, QUIEN SABE DE UNA ROSA
ENVEJECIO DE AMOR CARGANDO FURIAS
Y SE ENROLO A MORIR DONDE ANTES QUISO
SIMPLEMENTE SUCEDE COMO DIJo
ESE DIA EL FUSIL ERA UNA ROSA
RASTRILLADA EN EL AIRE, PELIGROSA
ESE DIA ERA EL SOL MAS SOL AL RIO
MAS RIO EL RIO Y MAS LA GUERRA ERA
Y MAS LA MUERTE DESDE LA RIBERA
CONTRA EL LEVE FUSIL
QUE ERA ESE DIA
SOLAMENTE UNA ROSA
ESE DIA ERA EL SOL MAS SOL AL RIO
MAS RIO EL RIO Y MAS LA GUERRA ERA
Y MAS LA MUERTE DESDE LA RIBERA
Y UNA GRANADA EL VERSO DETONADO
ABIERTA ESTA LA ROSA COLORADA
EN LA MARGEN DEL RIO ENRAIZADA
QUEDO AL ROCIO QUE
LLOVIO DE UN RIO AQUEL
HUNDIDO RIO EN SUS VENAS ROTAS
ABIERTA ESTA, ABIERTA COMO ENTONCES
AL HOMBRO DEL POETA
ABIERTA ESTA, ABIERTA COMO ENTONCES
AL HOMBRO DEL POETA
VA GANANDO LA GUERRA CON SU ROSA
LA BOCA DESDE EL RIO
SUS PAJAROS, SUS ARBOLES
Y ES QUE JUGO LA GUERRA DE LOS HOMBRES
HACIENDOSE UN FUSIL
DE CADA COSA QUE NO FUERA UN FUSIL
ESE DIA SE ARMABA DE UNA ROSA
EL FUSIL DEL POETA SOLO ES UNA ROSA

(translation)

WHILE I PLAY THE KID'S WAR
WITH A FISL MADE OF ANYTHING
MAYBE RICE, WHO KNOWS ABOUT A ROSE
GROWN OLD OF LOVE CHARGING FURIES
AND HE ENROLLED TO DIE WHERE HE WANTED BEFORE
IT JUST HAPPENS LIKE YOU SAID
THAT DAY THE RIFLE WAS A ROSE
RAKED IN THE AIR, DANGEROUS
THAT DAY WAS THE MOST SUNNY SUN ON THE RIVER
MORE RIO THE RIVER AND MORE THE WAR WAS
AND MORE DEATH FROM THE SHORE
AGAINST THE LIGHT RIFLE
WHAT WAS THAT DAY
JUST A ROSE
THAT DAY WAS THE MOST SUNNY SUN ON THE RIVER
MORE RIO THE RIVER AND MORE THE WAR WAS
AND MORE DEATH FROM THE SHORE
AND A GRENADE THE VERSE DETONATED
THE COLORADA ROSA IS OPEN
ROOTED ON THE RIVER BANK
I STAY TO THE ROCIO THAT
IT RAINED FROM A RIVER
SUNKEN RIVER IN ITS BROKEN VEINS
OPEN THIS, OPEN LIKE THEN
ON THE POET'S SHOULDER
OPEN THIS, OPEN LIKE THEN
ON THE POET'S SHOULDER
HE IS WINNING THE WAR WITH HIS ROSE
THE MOUTH FROM THE RIVER
YOUR BIRDS, YOUR TREES
AND IT IS THAT I PLAY THE WAR OF MEN
MAKING A RIFLE
OF EVERY THING THAT WAS NOT A RIFLE
THAT DAY HE ARMED A ROSE
THE POET'S RIFLE IS JUST A ROSE