As a child I was told Of a story true A man old In his last days he saw Incredible beauty
Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....
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
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
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…
He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada
Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers
Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside
..tell me friend is life not like… It must take work to get a hold of ...ah..but after the work.... The golden sweetness..
The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
Little bird, little bird Out side my window On the bobwire fence Fly away, fly away The beauty!..