Nobody knows what lies ahead,
perhaps aromas and many days?
nobody knows whats after the estrellas,
that every night gently sing you to stay.
Tal vez my prince
one day youll understand,
that stars arent meant for canto sino,
their purpuse yet lies well, well behond.
Understand this, mi niño
mas otro dia seras tu
the man behind many cantos,
the man behind many songs.
