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

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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