I feel ugly
no one will write my biography
my story is repeated in other lives
what do I know about myself
I still don't know anything
I'm going underground to search the roots
because on the surface the streets are very used
up there they talk and talk the same words
same ideas that don't interest me
they play the great game behind bars
under the ground there are no roads either
and I am lost until I get
some beautiful seeds
then I come out into the light again
and I plant them I water them
they are blue roses
they have scales instead of leaves
they have blood they dance
they speak other languages u200bu200b
blue roses, my blue roses
blue roses, my blue roses
blue roses, my blue roses
behind bars, in other lives
biographies are very used
they have blood
blue roses, my blue roses