Algunos Hombres Buenos

There are some bad men,
There are some good men.
There are some looks that don't see anything, that we will forget.

There are some who fall asleep
In their old laurels.
There are some women who love them forever.

At the back of my house
I have a tree of life:
I will water the hidden roots with saliva.

Some men barely born.
Men were not made to be prisoners.
Because some good men must remain so,
Some men are good because they are afraid.

There are some men far away,
And a rabbit's foot,
Seven years of mirrors, of broken pieces of hearts.

There are some who awaken
Their sleeping memories.
There are some friends waiting for me as lost.

At the bottom we are alone
In a desert of people,
But one must be very brave, grit their teeth against loneliness.

Some men are good carpenters.
Men were not born to be prisoners,
But some good men must remain so.
Some men are good because they are afraid.

There are some good men,
There are some fewer men,
There are some words we will never say, that we will not forget.

Three coins in the fountain,
Many indifferent people,
Many nails and many teeth, permanent, forever.

Johnny has a gun,
He has quit Coca-Cola.
There are some good men and few lonely women.

Some men are good carpenters.
Men were not born to be prisoners.
Because some good men must remain so,
Some men are good because they are afraid.

Some good men must remain so.
Some men are good because they are afraid.