My way to San Jose is full of flowers,
special roses of California's cynical vine.

My way to San Jose is full of flowers,
special roses of California's cynical vine.

Now we're seen to my own,
as my son,
of Cabo Del Amor.

I love,
I live above the hill,
worth with a cup of coffee comforts in dreams.

I will be there,
control of your city.

My friend,
my way to San Jose.