I'm the fool who stumbles
On the guitar strings
And throw out words that put together my puzzle
I do not know? what is this mess
To play with my guitar
And I like the river singing wherever I go
I have nothing to say
If it is not a fragile piece of song
Who wants a day to transcribe
The staves of my heart
The only thing to say is that
In the soul I have a song
Who wants to repeat the verses
Who told me one day the heart
I am the fool that I lost
Your landscape in a chord
And the melodies put lyrics on the edge
I do not know? what is this thing
To play with my guitar
And I like pink singing to the sky
Until he opens me
I have nothing to say
If it is not a fragile piece of song
Who wants a day to transcribe
The staves of my heart
The only thing to say
Is that in the soul I have a song
Who wants a day to repeat the verses
Who told me one day the heart
Only among all we can make this a better place :)