After a grueling 12-hour hitchhike from Tegucigalpa, Julian arrived in Managua. His journey took him through the mining town of El Paraíso and the coastal plains of El Triunfo. Exhausted, he was looking for a place to play. It was near the lake that he met two men and two sisters, who offered him a glimpse into their rich and resilient culture. ******************************************* © Copyright (2025) ******************************************* Verse 1 Near the great lake, the capital resides, Where strong emotion throughout the land glides. The National Palace shows its proud stance, A long history offering its true chance. I see monuments where the people pause, Fighting bravely for their rightful causes. Chorus Warm skies slowly turn. Old tales we now learn. Banners brightly burn. No turning back concern. Verse 2 A grand old Cathedral stands with fractured stone, Its deep importance is truly known. I walk the main park's grassy green expanse, Observing life's perpetual dance. The air is filled with lively, rhythmic sound, Where common local rituals are found. Chorus Warm skies slowly turn. Old tales we now learn. Banners brightly burn. No turning back concern. Verse 3 The grand Plaza de la Revolución is vast, A strong memorial built to truly last. I see the colorful, vibrant Malecón, Life is flowing until the early morn. These strong local customs feel so fine, A special feeling, wonderfully divine. Chorus Warm skies slowly turn. Old tales we now learn. Banners brightly burn. No turning back concern. Verse 4 Two local men and two sisters smiled bright, Showing their homes in the fading afternoon. We shared quick laughs and a simple warm dish, A great welcome, better than any wish. They talked of their past with deep affection, Building with me a true, strong bond and direction. Chorus Warm skies slowly turn. Old tales we now learn. Banners brightly burn. No turning back concern.
