A music as beautiful and blue as her eyes
Full of pain in his faith
Come from this small room
His everything, his escape from reality
He played and listened
And reason came better from his hand
His feelings in three minutes
Gave her insight into his life
He only needed two things in his life
You and his guitar
But he wasn't strong enough to carry
A river full of joys and sorrows
Then she left the room of life and he was alone
He called for her
>His voice rang out in the empty room
And he was alone
Just him and his guitar without strings
And the music was silent...
His thoughts were so happy when he played
br/>So beautiful and colorful
Nothing in the world could excite him
He was perfect like the others
Music was a way out, a medicine for his illness
He had everything under control, everything was fine
Day in and day out, he thanked God for his hands
The music was his mind
He played louder and louder
But time wasn't up on his side
He could barely remember his fingers, but he could feel them
It became very quiet
And the music was silent...
translation:
A music as beautiful and blue as her eyes
Full of pain in his beliefs
Came from this small room
That meant the world to him, being his escape from reality
He played and listened
His mind spoke better through his hands
His feelings in three minutes
Gave her insight to his life
In his life he needed two things only
Her and his guitar
But that he wasn't strong enough to carry
A river of joy and grief
Then she left the room of life and he was alone
He cried for her
His voice echoed in that empty room
And he was alone
Just him and his guitar without strings
And the music was silent...
His thoughts were so bright when he played< br/>So pretty and colorful
Nothing in the world could provoke him
He was perfect as anyone else
Music was his resort, a medicine for his illness
He had everything under control, everything was fine
Day in, day out he thanked God for his hands
Music was his sanity
He played louder and louder
But time wasn't on his side< br/>He could hardly sense his fingers, but he could feel them
It got very quiet
And the music was silent...

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