I have so much of you,
You have so much of me
Every goodbye
Takes me even further away from you
You gave me my voice
My colours are you
And when dad is there
I think of you
La la la...
When my souvenirs spoke
My heart lost control just like that
And I see you again, speaking to me about it
Oh dad, pick up your guitar again for me
When my souvenirs spoke
My heart transported itself just like that
And I see you singing to me again
Oh dad, pick up your guitar again for me
Oh ma ma ma ma ma, my Madinina
Oh ma ma ma ma ma, my Madinina
Oh ma ma ma ma ma, my Madinina
Oh ma ma ma ma ma, my Madinina
A souvenir
A photo, a look
Things I've missed before
Locked up somewhere
You gave me my voice
My colours are you
Dad, when you're there
I want to be there
La la la...
When my souvenirs spoke
My heart lost control just like that
And I see you again, speaking to me about it
Oh dad, pick up your guitar again for me
When my souvenirs spoke
My heart transported itself just like that
And I see you singing to me again
Oh dad, pick up your guitar again for me
Oh ma ma ma ma ma, my Madinina
Oh ma ma ma ma ma, my Madinina
Oh ma ma ma ma ma, my Madinina
Oh ma ma ma ma ma, my Madinina
The souvenirs of the past
Still sing to me, if you knew
The sound of our voices resonating
If you knew, if only you knew
And the souvenirs of the past
Still sing to me, if you knew
The sound of our voices resonating
If you knew, if only you knew
When my souvenirs spoke
My heart lost control just like that
And I see you again, speaking to me about it
Oh dad, pick up your guitar again for me
When my souvenirs spoke
My heart transported itself just like that
And I see you singing to me again
Oh dad, pick up your guitar again for me
Oh ma ma ma ma ma, my Madinina
Oh ma ma ma ma ma, my Madinina
Oh ma ma ma ma ma, my Madinina
Oh ma ma ma ma ma, my Madinina
The souvenirs of the past
Still sing to me, if you knew
The sound of our voices resonating
If you knew, if only you knew