A man down on the corner carves your name on a grain of rice. Imagine that, on a grain of rice, your name on a grain of rice. He asked me if I wanted my name on a grain of rice. I said, "Hell with the grain. Can you carve my name in the sky? Now, that would be nice." "Then you must meet my brother," says he. "My brother he can fly a plane. In great big letters 'cross a pale blue sky, friend you can read your name." So I ask him what the price is, the price for such a thing. "Just a smile if it makes you smile, or a song if it makes you sing.”
"Señor, con tantas tus preguntas de donde vienes y donde vas, canta, mi compadre. La vida es la musica y nada más."
So, I'm driving to the airport, half thought I'd turn around. Either I'm still young enough for a magic trick or getting older and loosing ground. And there out on the airfield, I saw what looked to be the very same man. He helped me in his plane and said, "What's your name? And I'll write it the best I can. But tell me, don't you find, that people are made of some pretty strange stuff? If a grain of rice can be much too small, how can the sky be big enough?
"Señor, con tantas tus preguntas de donde vienes y donde vas, canta, mi compadre. La vida es la musica y nada más."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
