This guitar has grown old enough , playing through these years tunes I have done.
This guitar still seems to be brand new , wondering in extacy what is she expected to do.She has been traveling around this land , miles and miles ,she never has denied ,
crazy lyrics out of tune beleive me , sounded so beautiful in perfect harmony .
And the time passes like the train that went by , nobody stays exept of me behind,
noone to look , noone to smile , where have you all been hiding through all my life ,
so well - so well !
Twelve old friends strung restrung and ready ,
divine their voices mumbling notes unsaid.
Twelve new friends , they serve me nice and safe ,
τhey are mine willingly and I am born for them.
They have been singing winter autumn , spring
and during summer nigths they dance before the king
magical - lunatic acrobatic dances, mystery ceremonies based on living blood miss.
And time passes like a howling marching croud , nobody stays mute exept me ant the flute ,
τhe croud ooooooooooous default is the tune ,
where have you all been hiding through all my life , so well , so well!
