To grow a rose garden by the drum beat of its thorns
Is to lure their hearts not by the scent of a flower
But instead by a dream that will be awakened by a flood
For the hearts upon which you play will be punctured
And the blood that flows will forever mark your life
What you thought was love was instead oppression
What you thought was life was instead death
For the way of the sword is not the way of the dove

Una Paloma Revolucionaria

Para crecer un jardín de rosas por el ritmo de tambor de sus espinas
Es atraer sus corazones no por el olor de una flor
Pero en lugar de un sueño que será despertado por una inundación
Porque los corazones sobre los que juegas serán pinchados
Y la sangre que fluye siempre marcará tu vida
Lo que pensabas era amor era opresión
Lo que pensabas era vida era en lugar de la muerte
Porque el camino de la espada no es el camino de la paloma

About Soho we went before the light;
We went, unresting six, craving new fun,
New scenes, new raptures, for the fevered night
Of rollicking laughter, drink and song, was done.
The vault was void, but for the dawn's great star
That shed upon our path its silver flame,
When La Paloma on a low guitar
Abruptly from a darkened casement came--
Harlem! All else shut out, I saw the hall,
And you in your red shoulder sash come dancing
With Val against me languid by the wall,
Your burning coffee-colored eyes keen glancing
Aslant at mine, proud in your golden glory!
I loved you, Cuban girl, fond sweet Diory.