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

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...

Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones

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

Little bird, little bird Out side my window On the bobwire fence Fly away, fly away The beauty!..

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

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

Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.

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

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

Have you seen me?... If you have Can you please Tell me To come back

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...

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

I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places