тот просто любил по-ихнему (хорошее имя, высокая честь):
Spanish is the loving tongue
Soft as music, light as spray
'Twas a girl I learned it from
Living down Sonora way
I don't look much like a lover
Still I hear those love words over
Mostly when I'm all alone!
Mi amor, Mi corazón
On the nights that I would ride
She would listen for my spurs,
Throw that big door open wide,
Raise those laughing eyes of hers.
Oh, how the hours would go a-flyin!
All too soon I'd hear her sighin'
In her sweet and quiet tone
'Mi amor, mi corazon.'
But I had to fly one time
All 'cause of a stupid gamblin' fight,
And so we said a swift goodbye
On that dark, unlucky night.
How oftentimes to me she's clingin'
And in my ears the hoofsbeats ringin',
As I galloped north alone
'Adios, mi corazon.'
Haven't seen her since that night,
I can't cross the line, you know.
She was Mex and I was white;
Like as not it's better so.
Still I've always kind of missed her
Since that last wild night I kissed her;
I broke her heart, lost my own
'Adios, mi corazon.'
Извините за длинную цитату, но не я писал это и славы ПП не снищу, надеюсь.