From the freind
Have you seen me?... If you have Can you please Tell me To come back
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
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!..
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
I am a bad man....
Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....
En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada
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...
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…
There was the door With pain it opened It was dark Black as can be For you see
He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze