Mägo De Oz — Y seras cancion song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Y seras cancion" by Mägo De Oz.
Lyrics
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…
Lyrics translation
Tonight the moon silva,
a melod? the light.
The stars today have
Sun key shape.
Sing the wind, whisper stanzas
and an owl plays director,
from an orchestra made of sue? O,
magic and a goodbye.
Crying a guitar, alone in a rinc? n,
he lacks your fingers, your warmth.
An arpeggius swears that your soul is ech? flying.
In eternity they wait for you.
And be? s canci? n, chords, guitars and light,
And be? s canci? n and a verse talk? from you.
And be? s canci? n, chords, guitars and light,
And be? s canci? n and your soul today be? my voice.
Tonight heaven and hell,
they're waiting for you to arrive.
Looking for a producer Satan? s,
for his dark metal band.
God has put a price on your ear
for ense? ar a new angel to sing.
And the third pringao in Discord, Buddha,
bid for your peace and humility.
Crying a guitar, alone in a ric? n,
he's missing your fingers, your warmth.
An arpeggius swears that your soul is ech? to fly
In eternity they wait for you.
And be? s canci? n, chords, guitars and light,
And be? s canci? n and a verse talk? from you.
And be? s canci? n, chords, guitars and light,
And be? s canci? n and your soul today be? my voice.
At every concert, at every song? n always there? a piece of you, Simon.
We are all one, we are all your voice.
Let the show continue today.
And be? s canci? n, chords, guitars and light,
And be? s canci? n and a verse talk? from you…