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A Mandolin Is Playing

A mandolin is playing,
The horizon is full of magic,
The evening sends its secret wave
From the high seas, slowly to shore.
The stars are like some beads
And when they light up in the sky,
The sea is dressing in green and silver,
As in an enchanting game of light,
And two lovers on the shore
Pull off longing stories
From the little mandolin.
 
If you have a longing,
Say it in the voice of the strings,
On a melody.
Because for the heart
This is the only way to ease its pain,
When the longing come to it.
Hush and listen, heart!
 
The stars are like some beads
And when they light up in the sky,
The sea is dressing in green and silver,
As in an enchanting game of light,
And two lovers on the shore
Pull of stories of longing
From the little mandolin.
 

Violin, how do you know?

Violin, how do you know
what's the longing between people
Violin, how can you read,
in the heart of the ones that are in love?
 
How did you find my secret
and why are you telling it to everyone?
I hid it for so many years
and didn't tell it to anyone
 
Chorus:
 
Only you, violin, are coming tonight
to ramble my memories
You're singing of love
that I want to forget about
I want, but it's in vain...
 
Violin, how do you know
what's the longing between people
because in your flaming voice,
it's the voice of the ones that are in love...
 
Chorus...
 
Violin, how do you know
what's the longing between people
because in your flaming voice,
it's the voice of the ones that are in love...
 

The Ships Are Returning

The ships are returning!
The ships are returning!
 
The ships are returning
From afar,
The winners
Over the blue sea.
They arrived
Carrying the sun on their shoulders
And the wind that accompanied them.
 
They faced nights of frost in Antarctica
And hurricanes at the equator,
But for the sailors it seemed the most difficult
When their thought crossed seas of yearning.
 
The ships are returning
From afar.
Girls are waiting
With kisses.
And, weaving
A tear with happiness,
Their eyes light up of longing.
 
A beloved song
Is trembling on wings of seagull,
It is the first ”welcome”.
 
The ships are returning!
The ships are returning!
The ships are returning!