Yolanda

Let me lull you with my song,
So that asleep you recognize,
That you have a love that loves you so much,
Wandering in the darkness of the night.

You don't understand, black of my soul,
That your memory left a wound in me
And it's bleeding, what harm you've done;
Why do you destroy my poor life like this.

Yolanda, what a beautiful name, who has engraved it,
Who has painted your face, who painted everything.
I'm jealous of the one who with his brush,
Has been able to paint you completely, completely.
I'm jealous of the one who with his brush,
Has been able to paint you completely, completely.

But someday my good night will come,
When I can hold you in my arms
And I will play like Pierrot to the moon,
Picking up my heart in pieces.
And I will play like Pierrot to the moon,
Picking up my heart in pieces.

But someday my good night will come,
When I can hold you in my arms
And I will play like Pierrot to the moon,
Picking up my heart in pieces.
And I will play like Pierrot to the moon,
Picking up my heart in pieces.