Translation of the song lyrics Romance de la Plata - Christina Rosenvinge

Romance de la Plata (original)

Padre el tiempo es compasivo
De tu rosa he hecho un rosal
Con las alas de tu nombre
Han nacido siete más
Te respeto en la renuncia
A tu cuna de cristal
Por seguir un verso que hace plata
De la insondable soledad
Por seguir un verso que hace plata
De la insondable soledad
Señoritos calavera
Y gitanas de arrabal
Los nombraste caballeros, padre
En busca del Santo Grial
Cuando el ansia se hizo furia en casa
La prendiste con alcohol
Por seguir un verso que hace plata
Se quemó tu corazón
Por seguir un verso que hace plata
Se quemó tu corazón
La raíz que tú arrancaste
No ha crecido nunca más
Nadie vino de esa tierra fría
A llorar tu funeral
Más un gitano en traje oscuro, padre
Te veló en el hospital
Y su lagrima era fina plata
Plata fina de verdad
Y su lagrima era fina plata
Plata fina de verdad
¿Cómo no voy a entenderte padre?
Si es mi misma soledad

(translation)

Father time is compassionate
From your rose I have made a rosebush
With the wings of your name
Seven more have been born
I respect you in resignation
To your crystal cradle
For following a verse that makes money
Of the unfathomable loneliness
For following a verse that makes money
Of the unfathomable loneliness
skull ladies
And gypsies from the suburbs
You knighted them, father
In search of the Holy Grail
When the craving raged at home
you lit her with alcohol
For following a verse that makes money
your heart was burned
For following a verse that makes money
your heart was burned
The root that you uprooted
has never grown up
No one came from that cold land
to mourn your funeral
Plus a gypsy in a dark suit, father
He watched over you in the hospital
And his tear was fine silver
real fine silver
And his tear was fine silver
real fine silver
How can I not understand you father?
If it is my own loneliness