Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crece la palma Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crece la palma Y antes de morir yo quiero cantar mis versos del alma
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Cultivo una rosa blanca, en julio como en enero, Cultivo una rosa blanca, en julio como en enero, Para el amigo sincero, que me da su mano franca.
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Mi verso es de un verde claro, y de un carmin encendido Mi verso es de un verde claro, y de un carmin encendido Mi verso es un ciervo herido, que busca en el monte amparo.
Do you know the way to San Jose? I've been away so long. I may go wrong and lose my way. Do you know the way to San Jose? I'm going back to find some peace of mind in San Jose.
L.A. is a great big freeway. Put a hundred down and buy a car. In a week, maybe two, they'll make you a star Weeks turn into years. How quck they pass And all the stars that never were Are parking cars and pumping gas
Do you know the way to San Jose? They've got a lot of space. There'll be a place where I can stay I was born and raised in San Jose I'm going back to find some peace of mind in San Jose.
Fame and fortune is a magnet. It can pull you far away from home With a dream in your heart you're never alone. Dreams turn into dust and blow away And there you are without a friend You pack your car and ride away
I've got lots of friends in San Jose Do you know the way to San Jose? Can't wait to get back to San Jose.
