Although lacking one day And it was like a sun without color Still would remain my fingers on my guitar And I could strum your hair Made of stars To compose a new constellation Even if the entire olympus Do not judge me to build this entire constellation The strength of your hair I could win hera Zeus, athens and artemis And create another constellation full of light For padding the missing day And so we left without color I love you, darling! I love you, darling!
Although lacking the rope My guitar And I could not strum the notes of this love I would use the guitar as a percussion And the sound of a drum would be Repeat the rhythm of my heart And the day would be filled with color All the tribes of africa understand my rhythm And would stand to play the drum My love for you would be transmitted From one tribe to another And reach the constellation I had to compose Who knows well You listen to the sound of my heart And understand How much I miss you And again saying I love you too, darling! I love you too, darling!
And I do not need to cry anymore Or listen jazon mraz With eyes full of tears And the neck keeping my sobs But it is not possible Because you never loved me I was just the color of your sun The one who got her heart had rhythm But you afraid of the sun, he was afraid of the color And I can not blame you I do not understand your panic And you got the fear Seeing that I was real I could live without you, you imagined
You were my music, my dear! You were my music, my dear!
And I really am I exist for real
Now I pray that you find A day that has a guitar And can compose light and sound About what's left of you You lied about me And I suffered too You distorted the muscle of my affection And I took you from my heart But
I remember our history, my flower I remember our history, my flower
And everything could be different If we had not done something " grand hotel " And everything could be different If we had not heard norah jones
Sometimes I have this anger my innocence To think that I could Compose a constellation Only with ropes made of your hair
This song is a remnant of rhythm drum One day I woke up without sleep right And back to the time when I was a little girl Believing that you were the color of my sun The sound of my guitar And I felt bigger than the gods of olympus Like I was all rhythm of africa