Mision Del Poeta

You are definitely
Red bird of God
You are certainly
King of the one who
Give life

You, the first
That you saw the dawn
Here you are singing
Here you are singing

Strive in
Want my heart
Only shield flowers
They are the flowers of the Sun

Nothing
It will be my name one day
Nothing
My fame will be on earth
At least flowers
At least songs

What will my heart do?
Have we come in vain?
We sprout from the earth

I'll leave anyway
That the flowers
That were perishing
I'll leave anyway