Under the Mexican warming winter sun
Wild Latin music gives me inspiration and fun
At the open air music shows the poor and the rich look the same
At the present there is no guilty, no division, no one to blame
Nevertheless playing musicians, masters of this fame game
From a poor country you get soul of the music
Soulful music which is sweeter than honey
Living at a rich country you get comfort and faithless money
Three musicians playing music, the twenty stone lady collecting money
Travelling around the world which makes you humble, great and small
When you compare yourself with other people
Understanding yourself and other people from worldwide sample
While wild music gets into your searching soul
You may catch wild wind; if not try to catch it’s a tale
Which makes you feel like reaching to immortality
Even it’s branded as an earthly and heavenly insanity
The wild music has no border in heavenly order, why should I
Should I attack earthly Devils or ovoid ness of the sky?
Which is the madness of indescribable happiness which makes you cry