In the green forest
One cannot loose
One cannot see
The footsteps of a horse
At the springs
The mounted shadow
Of an outlaw
Doesn’t appear.
Where are they gone
Where did they dissapear
The years
of their glory?
Where are the pistols
Where are the daggers
The horses and firelocks
Of the outlaws?
On the road
They do not appear
To kill
A boyard
To take all his money
For the poor people
For the people
With needs.
