Jaime Molina

To two friends who loved each other with their souls, oh man

I remember Jaime Molina
When he was drunk, he made this condition
That if I died first, he would paint my portrait
Or if he died first, I would play a tune for him
That if I died first, he would paint my portrait
Or if he died first, I would play a tune for him

Now I prefer this condition
That he painted my portrait and I didn't play a tune for him!
Now I prefer this condition
That he painted my portrait and I didn't play a tune for him!

His parties were famous
He wouldn't let any friend sleep
When he was drinking
He would always insult me
With affectionate phrases he knew how to say
When he was drinking
He would always insult me
With affectionate phrases he knew how to say

Then he would sit on my lap
Tell me a joke and start laughing!
Then he would sit on my lap
Tell me a joke and start laughing!

Oh buddy, if only Rafa could see how he remembers him
He just cries!

It all started when we were kids
Jaime Molina taught me how to drink
Wherever he was, I was with him
And wherever I was, he was with me
Wherever he was, I was with him
And wherever I was, he was with me

Now it hurts that he's gone
I'm left without Jaime and he's left without Rafael
Now it hurts that he's gone
I'm left without Jaime and he's left without Rafael

A simple tribute
To the painters and poets of the valley
Oh man