The chords are singing
A beautiful seventeen year old lady has come,
She is wearing the sea as a dress
And her soul is like the snow, sensitive and fresh
A rain of red flowers dance around her
The chords are crying
They can not achieve the stars
Oh! sweet guitar tell me more about your feelings
Through your voice I can get in touch with my history and origens
Oh! please leave me your soft whisper for ever!
Do not let it disappear.....
In the sky , the stars will be waiting for you
They will take you to the moon
There, your daughter is sleeping desiring that your songs will rock her softly..
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