Wizard Of The South
Some time ago
He was born
Angel or Demon
He was certainly a genius
Since his childhood, victory follows him
His Masters had nothing more to teach
Many challenges he overcame
And rewards received
Around him
An aura of satanism and magic
Involved in an atmosphere
Supernatural geniality
(Chorus)
The young causes fright
His fame grows and everybody wants to see
The Wizard of the South
Of undecipherable smile
Like in a dream, a demon with horns
Tail and shells
Playing violin, a diabolical sonata
The bookstand and the partiturs
Were burning in flames
I have never seen or heard something like it in my life
People that used to cross the cemetery said
That they had seen, hovering over the graves...
A thin and old man playing his violin
(Chorus)
The young causes fright
His fame grows and everybody wants to see
The Wizard of the South
Of undecipherable smile
He is dead, but not his legend, neither his opus
Mago del Sur
Hace algún tiempo
Él nació
Ángel o Demonio
Era sin duda un genio
Desde su infancia, la victoria lo seguía
Sus Maestros no tenían nada más que enseñarle
Muchos desafíos superó
Y recompensas recibió
A su alrededor
Un aura de satanismo y magia
Inmerso en una atmósfera
De genialidad sobrenatural
(Coro)
El joven causa miedo
Su fama crece y todos quieren ver
Al Mago del Sur
De sonrisa indescifrable
Como en un sueño, un demonio con cuernos
Cola y conchas
Tocando el violín, una sonata diabólica
El atril y las partituras
Estaban ardiendo en llamas
Nunca he visto ni escuchado algo así en mi vida
La gente que solía cruzar el cementerio decía
Que habían visto, flotando sobre las tumbas...
A un hombre delgado y viejo tocando su violín
(Coro)
El joven causa miedo
Su fama crece y todos quieren ver
Al Mago del Sur
De sonrisa indescifrable
Él está muerto, pero no su leyenda, ni su obra