El Huracan

He was a man they called the hurricane
looking over his shoulder every block or so
just not accepting that she said no
stalking the streets like a big black crow

thirty two years with nothing to show
having lost his gorgeus doe
then they find him, the man with the coats
they deliver the final blow.

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
hope you dont mind
the last of my kind
is keeping my mind in a solid bind

El Huracan...
I hope you find
The eternal peace
open the clock... wind and wind and wind