Bola De Nieve

In the dim light of the 'Monseñor'
Every night he played seated at the piano
Drinking rum very late until the morning
Snowball black piano man
With a voice worn out from so many late nights.

In the dim light of the 'Monseñor'
The people listened to Bola
Singing in a Lord's suit
Like his grand piano
Snowball black piano man
With a voice worn out from so many late nights.

One day Bola didn't return
And nothing more was known
Only that he had a strange love
Hidden in the early morning
Snowball black piano man
With a voice worn out from so many late nights.

And when they close the 'Monseñor'
They say something strange happens
A voice is heard through the walls
And the piano keys play by themselves.

"And so I bid you
Good night, good afternoon
Or good morning
And with great pleasure
I was with you today
And who knows on other dates
I may return and with the same pleasure."