Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside

how much is a robe of silk?...how much are the golden trumpets?...how much is a field of roses?...how much is a wall of marble?...how much is a kingdom between mountains of lions and me...

..tell me friend is life not like… It must take work to get a hold of ...ah..but after the work.... The golden sweetness..

there is a Wonder a golden light t…

I can hear hear frank sinatras fly… I can see the old timers smile I can see the boys huddle Planning schemeing and dreaming I can hear the pirates acordion on…

At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon

Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....

En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada

The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good

Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers

Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones

He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze

As a child I was told Of a story true A man old In his last days he saw Incredible beauty

Listen with calm and joy Listen with happiness ...his story is a tragedy There is joy there is pain There is beauty there is darkness

If ever I am vain I will be slain If ever I lie I will die If ever I disrespect