Little bird, little bird Out side my window On the bobwire fence Fly away, fly away The beauty!..
I am a bad man....
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 hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places
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..
Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.
Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside
The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good
En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada
At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze