From the freind
Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside
He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
I think ill sit alone for awhile To call upon Wisdom so that my eyes might open Perhaps calm will come then And I will forget
If ever I am vain I will be slain If ever I lie I will die If ever I disrespect
The stars brightly shown perhaps Wisdom had been sprinkling the sky to calm the ones in the night who were looking ...searching....the mountains around giants full with life aromas, and...
I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places
En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada
There was the door With pain it opened It was dark Black as can be For you see
Ah!..san diego!.....the city the gem tucked between mountain and sea where men of honor are made where strength is born in cultured people of immpeccable intent work is hard work is hon...
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
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
I am a bad man....
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…
Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.