Another old ballad. Roberto Carlos, Mi querido, mi viejo, mi amigo (My Dear, My Old Man, My Friend), dedicated to his father, who was old and about to die.
Those white hairs, so pretty that tired, deep voice Reading to me from books And teaching me so much of the world The slow walk, now, Walking always with me Have been through so much in life My dear, my old man, my friend.
That life full of stories And wrinkles left by time Memories of old victories Of tears cried to the winds Your voice sweet and serene Calms me, gives me a refuge And protection, right inside my soul My dear, my old man, my friend.
Your past is present In the experiences felt in your heart Aware of the beauty of life Your honest smile encourages me Your wise advice guides me Makes me open my heart and I can only say My dear, my old man, my friend.
I... I have said all I can And all of that is little Compared to what I feel for you
Looking at your pretty grey hairs I open my heart and say, My dear, my old man, my friend.
Looking at your pretty grey hairs I open my heart and say, My dear, my old man, my friend.
_________________________ This a spiritual thing and I am the laughing Buddha sitting on top of the world. Donnalee.
"Populace above, populace below! What are 'poor' and 'rich' at present! That distinction did I unlearn,—then did I flee away further and ever further, until I came to those kine." --Thus Spake Zarathustra / Friedrich Nietzsche.
If I had a plastic soul... If I wanted to be a robot... If I wasn't a crazy romantic... If I...
If I could be like a bird who flies South in the winter If I knew where is the Road road road to the South!
The South is a fantastic beach The Sun always stays in the South The Moon is a magical lamp Road, road, road to the South!
There is where the tropics flower There is where the bamboo swings If I knew where is the Road, road, road to the South!
The South is a desert island The light in the South is true light The rain comes with nostalgic tones Roac, road, road to the South!
There is where trees were invented The sky is deep blue in the South If I knew where is the Road, road, road to the South!
The South is avocado with bananas The jungle is true jungle in the South The air is warm and wet Road, road, road to the South!
There the breeze comes with music The Sun is black magic and voodoo If I knew where is the Road, road, road to the South!
To the South! To the South!
The South is a fantastic beach The Sun always stays in the South The Moon is a magical lamp Road, road, road to the South!
There is where the tropics flower There is where the bamboo swings If I knew where is the Road, road, road to the South!
To the South! To the South!
_________________________ This a spiritual thing and I am the laughing Buddha sitting on top of the world. Donnalee.
"Populace above, populace below! What are 'poor' and 'rich' at present! That distinction did I unlearn,—then did I flee away further and ever further, until I came to those kine." --Thus Spake Zarathustra / Friedrich Nietzsche.
A very old song from Puerto Rico: Lamento Borincano. Wepa!
_________________________ This a spiritual thing and I am the laughing Buddha sitting on top of the world. Donnalee.
"Populace above, populace below! What are 'poor' and 'rich' at present! That distinction did I unlearn,—then did I flee away further and ever further, until I came to those kine." --Thus Spake Zarathustra / Friedrich Nietzsche.
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