Y seras canción - Mägo De Oz

Esta noche la luna silva,

una melod?

a de luz.

Las estrellas hoy tienen

forma de Clave de Sol.

Canta el viento, susurra estrofas

y un buho hace de director,

de una orquesta hecha de sue?

os,

de magia y de un adios.

Llora una guitarra, sola en un rinc?

n,

le faltan tus dedos, tus calor.

Un arpegio jura que tu alma ech?

a volar.

En la eternidad te esperan.

Y ser?

s canci?

n, acordes, guitarras y luz,

Y ser?

s canci?

n y un verso hablar?

de ti.

Y ser?

s canci?

n, acordes, guitarras y luz,

Y ser?

s canci?

n y tu alma hoy ser?

mi voz.

Esta noche cielo e infierno,

esperan a que llegues tu.

Busca un productor Satan?

s,

para su oscura banda de metal.

Dios a puesto precio a tu oido

para ense?

ar a un angel nuevo a cantar.

Y el tercer pringao en discordia, Buda,

puja por tener tu paz y humildad.

Llora una guitarra, sola en un ric?

n,

le faltan tus dedos, tu calor.

Un arpegio jura que tu alma ech?

a volar

En la eternidad te esperan.

Y ser?

s canci?

n, acordes, guitarras y luz,

Y ser?

s canci?

n y un verso hablar?

de ti.

Y ser?

s canci?

n, acordes, guitarras y luz,

Y ser?

s canci?

n y tu alma hoy ser?

mi voz.

En cada concierto, en cada canci?

n siempre habr?

un trocito de ti, Simon.

Todos somos uno, todos somos tu voz.

Que el show continue hoy.

Y ser?

s canci?

n, acordes, guitarras y luz,

Y ser?

s canci?

n y un verso hablar?

de ti…

Tonight the moon silva,

a melody

to light

The stars today have

Treble clef shape.

The wind sings, it whispers stanzas

and an owl plays the director,

of an orchestra made of sue?

you,

of magic and a goodbye.

Does a guitar cry, alone in a corner?

no,

your fingers are missing, your warmth.

An arpeggio swears that your soul cast?

to fly.

In eternity they await you.

And be?

s song?

n, chords, guitars and light,

And be?

s song?

n and a verse speak?

of you.

And be?

s song?

n, chords, guitars and light,

And be?

s song?

n and your soul today will be?

my voice.

Tonight heaven and hell,

They wait for you to arrive.

Looking for a Satan producer?

yes,

for his dark metal band from him.

God has put a price on your ear

for teach?

a new angel will sing.

And the third scoundrel, Buddha,

bid to have your peace and humility.

A guitar cries, alone in a ric?

no,

your fingers are missing, your warmth.

An arpeggio swears that your soul cast?

to fly

In eternity they await you.

And be?

s song?

n, chords, guitars and light,

And be?

s song?

n and a verse speak?

of you.

And be?

s song?

n, chords, guitars and light,

And be?

s song?

n and your soul today will be?

my voice.

In each concert, in each song

n will there always be?

a piece of you, Simon.

We are all one, we are all your voice.

May the show continue today.

And be?

s song?

n, chords, guitars and light,

And be?

s song?

n and a verse speak?

of you…