En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada
Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....
If ever I am vain I will be slain If ever I lie I will die If ever I disrespect
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
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...
He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze
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...
there is a Wonder a golden light t…
I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places
Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside
At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers
The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good
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...