Like a phoenix, man,
como el fénix hombre,
livin’ n’ dyin’s pretty much
the same thing,
When you live away
every minute,
Like a phoenix, man,
como el fénix hombre,
burning and shining
till the very
last second
carving your
laser beam songs
upon the world’s face,
Oh sinner musician,
Oh sinner brother,
Oh sinner Man,
Oh beautiful
hand that rocks the guitar,
Oh wonderful
music feeling
that moves the world,
Like a phoenix, man
como el fénix, hombre,
burning away
your raspy voice,
deep in so many hearts,
the somewhat
piercing blend,
oozing from
your perennial
guitar riff
galvanizing
the air
for a long, long, time…

To Norberto “Pappo” Napolitano
[In memoriam]

© Eytán Lasca, 2005