If I were but a simple wooden flute
I would go out to play in the fields.
If I were but an ancient violin
I would remember some backing tunes.
I would find melodies in me,
And please people's hearts.
I would know the Melody of Souls.
If only I was clear, a hollow shofar,
Then without blocking, without thinking, without limits...
If only I was a pipe drenched in light,
I would compose the way back.
I would find melodies in me,
And please people's hearts.
I would know the Melody of Souls.
But I'm a complex pianist
Who composes his errors.
If only I could find that note in me...
Soul, tell me how,
Make me the instrument of your mission.
If only I could, hear your voice.
Then I would find melodies in me,
And please people's hearts.
I would know the Melody of Souls.
The Melody of Souls, the melody of my life.