Guitarra Toca Baixinho
Francisco José
Guitar Plays Softly
Guitar plays softly
So someone can hear
Only she must understand,
Only she must know
That I'm talking about love...
The crickets sing in the field,
And a bird on the branch,
No one sleeps this night,
And least of all her who now,
Listens to a stream and sighs!
Moon still in the sky,
The firefly that passes,
My guitar plays softly,
And even with uncertain hand,
Plays guitar because it's time!
It's time, to give her all the good in my heart,
To tell her I also have the right
To love her like I've never loved anyone!
It's time to breathe a bit of fresh air,
A meadow is green when it's Spring,
And the Sun is hot but the night waits,
For us...
The night is so serene,
I sleep in her bosom...
God! How the heart beats,
We dream and now,
Guitar sleeps because it's time!
It's time, to give her all the good in my heart,
To tell her I also have the right
To love her like I've never loved anyone!
It's time to breathe a bit of fresh air,
A meadow is green when it's Spring,
And the Sun is hot but the night waits,
And it's time...
