All the music I love
comes from there, from the blues.
Words are never the same1
to express what blues is
There I put my joys and my sorrows
and it all becomes the blues.
I sing it as much as I love it
and I'll sing it forever more.
A long time ago, on guitars,
black hands gave birth to it
to sing of sorrows and hopes,
to sing of God and love too.
Music will stay alive as long as blues does
The blues means I love you
and it hurts like hell
I cry but I sing all the same,
this is my prayer to keep you (by my side)
All the music I love
comes from there, from the blues
Words are never the same
to express what blues is
Wow!
There I put my joys and my sorrows
and it all becomes the blues.
I sing it as much as I love it
and I'll sing it forever more.
A long time ago, on guitars,
black hands gave birth to it
to sing of sorrows and hopes,
to sing of God and love too.
All the music I love
comes from there, from the blues
Words are never the same
to express what blues is
1. the French is a bit awkward, the idea is "there are endless ways of expressing what blues is"