Charlie Se Fue
Saratoga
Charlie Left
Before Malcom and King, before Lennon
In Kansas City, the star emerged
He didn't want to give up
His short life was
A scream of passion
He made himself, you see, without fear
Subtle, relentless, and cruel, yet tender
He couldn't assimilate
His condition of being
A black man in paradise
And a voice was heard
A saxophone lament
With the beats of a heart
That soon stopped beating
One evening
In March, in New York
A thunder broke the light
And Charlie left with God
Serve him a drink and he'll play better
His children deny, he was their salvation
If like Moses, he marked the way
He never found out
And a voice was heard
A saxophone lament
With the beats of a heart
That soon stopped beating
One evening
In March, in New York
A thunder broke the light
And Charlie left with God
Someday, you will achieve, you will get
To communicate with him, he is there, you can feel him
His best song played, it's
