Toca Para Mi

Like every afternoon is
In the park to play
His old and tired instrument

On the same bench sitting
A blanket on the ground beside him
Ready to show the good side
And even though he's declining
He gifts me a ballad just for a glance

From his years of experience
He tells me a thousand anecdotes
I pretend to believe it so
I like to see him happy
Telling adventures and believing to be a violin

Play for me, I want to hear you
I want to be part of your madness
We will put our souls as sheet music
Play for me, I want to hear you
And let the last beat of your heart
Be a rose sprouting from the last note

There are people who laugh at him, with his green bow tie
His already worn-out pants
And some flowers he picked
Adorning a shirt
That he sewed in a hurry

The crazy maestro plays
With a crazy sweetness
And a dove lands on his rubber shoes
No one laughs, no one speaks, those who mocked you
He leans back and talks about how tough the board is
I have stopped pretending, I don't want to see him suffer
Telling adventures and believing to be a violin

Play for me, I want to hear you
I want to be part of your madness
We will put our souls as sheet music
Play for me, I want to hear you
And let the last beat of your heart
Be a rose sprouting from the last note

Play for me, play for me, I want to hear you
I want to be part of your madness
We will put our souls as sheet music
Play for me