Today I woke up as always
well early in the morning.
I sat as usual,
in the armchair of the room.
And the boring guitar
to wait all night,
I did not take out a note
that could serve me
And nothing good came out.
I stayed until very late
staying up late to the old piano,
jumping from key to key:
yes, the, sun,, my, sun, do, yes.
I tried to convince him
with some melodies
and the neighbors shouted
that they could not sleep
And nothing good came out.
Why do not we get together,
to write a song
Where we talk about magic
in the way of the two.
Come because I say that I live
when I step on a stage
Come because I say that I die,
when the curtain goes down
And something good will come out.
Maybe your story and mine
they will unite on this day.
And of a simple harmony
the song will be born.
Maybe one day the people,
sing the same melody.
With the guitar and the keys
what is there in every heart
And something good came out
Only among all we can make this a better place :)