Las Flores De Emilio

All your life,
Life takes away from you, and it seems
That it won't give back.
And when you walk,
Your legs get cold,
And you stumble upon high seas,
The roses you have no longer have your attention...
You've been carrying for so many years,
Subject to rubble,
And demons from the place.
Scanning in the dark,
To see if something pure,
Crosses your path,
The rose you have no longer has your attention...

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it...
Give them water and sun and let them grow...(repeats 4 times)
If you keep walking,
You're moving away,
From the origin of your sea.
Looking for solutions,
In other pantheons,
With sensations of freedom,
The rose you have no longer has your attention...
And you keep getting tangled,
Forgetting in the midst,
Your garden of dignity.
With roots in the sky,
From that old town,
With sensations of freedom,
The rose you have is your only salvation...
Fuck it...
Fuck it, fuck it

Fuck it, fuck it...
All your life, life takes away from you
But may your arms not tire
But may your pace endure and continue
Aya hey aya hey, aya hey aya hey
He who has talent has no forgiveness if he doesn't know what to do with it
Pour water on it, give it sun,
Talent needs your warmth to fertilize
The water, the water...
Plant as Ruben says, water as mama says
And live like the river...,
Always in its course and never stagnant...