Some time ago He was born Angel or Demon He was certainly a genius Since his childhood, victory follows him His Masters had nothing more to teach Many challenges he overcame And rewards received Around him An aura of satanism and magic Involved in an atmosphere Supernatural geniality (The young causes fright His fame grows and everybody wants to see The Wizard of the South Of undecipherable smile) Like in a dream, a demon with horns Tail and shells Playing violin, a diabolical sonata The bookstand and the partiturs Were burning in flames I have never seen or heard something like it in my life People that used to cross the cemetery said That they had seen, hovering over the graves... A thin and old man playing his violin (The young causes fright His fame grows and everybody wants to see The Wizard of the South Of undecipherable smile) He is dead, but not his legend, neither his opus