ya la la la la la la la
ya la la la la la la la
ya la la la la ya la la
ya la la la la la la la
ya la la la la la la la
ya la la la la ya la la
I opened my eyes for a minute,
as usual, it is morning,
yes, but this time I do not have you close by.
You left last night—
you will return in a few hours—
yes, I know, but my heart is empty.
I cannot stay alone any longer,
I will smoke a cigarette,
no, time, no, does not go any faster.
Perhaps the guitar is better—
invent a song
to feel you close to me.
Blue song, blue are the dreams,
as blue as your eyes.
Blue song, a vivid feeling,
as vivid as that smile on your face.
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ya la la la la la la la
ya la la la la ya la la
ya la la la la la la la
ya la la la la la la la
ya la la la la ya la la
You, who are the inspiration,
will hear this song—
I have no trade except for my great passion.
Come, come poetry,
come, come melody,
you will keep me company.
When you return,
I must have it finished—
this strange, mad serenade.
But all of a sudden I get the impression
that I have finished the song—
return soon and I will sing it to you.
Blue song, blue are the dreams,
as blue as your eyes.
Blue song, a vivid feeling,
as vivid as that smile on your face.
Blue song,
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la.
Blue song, a vivid feeling,
as vivid as that smile on your face.
A vivid feeling,
as vivid as that smile on your face.