I am old now-
without any music,
without any song,
without any rhythm.
I am old now-
trying to be happy,
with my feelings...
trying to make happy,
with my words.
My rhythm, my music-
now please come back-
so I can sing a song-
when I live.
O please come back-
when you are with me...
I feel I am young-
filled with you all...
o my rhythm, o my music.
Don't let me down-
but make me strong-
and young...o my song... of my heart.
