MY LADY!
In my dream I saw this lady
In my illusion I found her chant
Her words, so deep in my heart will I forever plant
The words, so pragmatic that I can't forget
I think I can, NO I can't
Her voice... as darling as that of a Yankee
Sent some shivers to my very artery
I was amazed that at a moment I was blunt
Seeing how she went on her beats
As beautiful as the rhythm of the cinnamon trees
Watching how she begins with her keys
I couldn't help than rise to my very bases
Stealing on her as she moved her feet
It was so great, oh Gees!
But at a moment it was over
She cascaded off the stage like a brook
Now I know it's all over
Never will I see this figure
On the stage hover
But her words, like Alda in Italia
Will I forever treasure