Mision Del Poeta
Arturo Meza
Mission of the Poet
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
