(poem translation):

I promise
To myself
that from now and than
I will never leave
my heart goes around
Without the protection of the intelligence!

Well..., but on Sunday,
So in the evening,
And for rest too
Of the intelligence,
The heart can goes out,
But with a lot of prudence

    Classical
    • 90 bpm
    • Key: Gm
    • Joa d'Arievilo
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