Roses
Composição: Renato Genestra.On my horse I ride across this red ground;
the wind scratched my eyes;
the sun looks like a lighthouse on the horizon;
guiding my soul to the next fight;
I see the blood in my hands
Maybe this is the deadline
the sun call me on the horizon;
guiding my soul to the light;
I feel thirsty;
thirst for revenge;
I feel thirsty;
my lips dried up;
Yes, I go ahead;
Roses!
I see a wreath of roses;
My shot wasn't the fastest;
I'm surrounded by roses;
I kissed the ground, I kissed the ground;