3 de Julio de 1971.

JIM MORRISON.

Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven´s
claws.


THE END

This is the end
beautiful friend
this is the end
my only friend the end
of our elaborate plans
the end
of everything that stands
the end
no safety or surprise
the end
I'll never look into your eyes again

Can you picture what would be?
so limitless and free
desperately in need
of some stranger's hand
in a desperate land

Lost in a roman wilderness of pain
and all the children are insane

all the children are insane
waiting for the summer rain

There's danger on the edge of town
ride the king's highway, baby
weird scenes inside the gold mine
ride the highway west, baby
ride the snake
ride the snake
to the lake
the ancient lake baby
the snake is long
seven miles
ride the snake
he's old
and his skin is cold

the west is the best
the west is the best
get here and we'll do the rest

the blue bus is coming on
the blue bus is coming on
driver, where you're taking us?

the killer awoke before dawn
he put his boots on
he took a face from the ancient gallery
and he walked down the hall
he went to the room where his sister lived
and then he
paid a visit to his brother and then he
walked down the hall
and he came to a door
and he looked inside
-father
-yes son?
-i want to kill you
-mother, i want to OWIHTPOIERTBPIOSERHYGOIESRIYHÒERSIYHMNIOTEYH`GOIHE`TOIY

Come on baby take a chance with us
come on baby take a chance with us
come on baby take a chance with us
and meet me at the back of the bus tonight
blue bus tonight
come on, yeah

This is the end
beautiful friend
this is the end
my only friend the end
it hurts to set you free but you'll never follow me
the end of laughter and soft life
the end of nights we tried to die

THIS

IS

THE

END.