The song echoes in my ears, The medley drums deeply piercing,
I can not hear the lyrics, As the echoes of the guitarist, Plays only for me,
As if he was pronouncing words,
With every movement of his fingers, Flickering against the strings, My body had no control to the strumming, As it swayed to every strum that he played,
Every movement he sang to me, With just a touch of his fingers tips,