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