should i pick up my pants + start with the poses
or lie along the road with the bright red roses?
Roses fill the air, like a love spell

Dawn hits and i hear the mission bell
Roses from the ground feels like im hiding
want to shine again but i don't know how

that march it was winter
that summer was spring
but who watches over

those trite little things?

the nights all run together lately

i try to sing loud but my voice is going slowly
the clubs call out for some brand new poses
but i got to lie in that patch of roses


back between Easter and the day my Gypsy passed
i sang into the mystic and flowers started growing fast

every street i walked turned into a fantasy
and from each petal i could hear her singing to me


that march it was winter
that summer was spring
but who watches over

those trite little things?
Rosas Ocultas


"Rosas desde el suelo,
se siente como que estoy escondido
quiere brillar de nuevo,

pero yo no sé cómo"
every room i sat turned into a dungeon
then the palapa with Mama Oshun

then came the thunder and now i remember
that spring is coming again in september!


that march it was winter
that summer was spring
but who watches over

those trite little things?