Spanyolgitár legenda - Omega

Long time ago since I bought her

Wasn’t nice, was already played

Thin string, like delicate girl

She touched me and told a tale

She lived among orange trees

Journeyed from far away

The whole world may come against me

I do not have another weapon

Market place, Spanish blood

Fiery light, all lives in her

If she is happy, she’ll shout

If she hurts, she’ll start to cry

She lived among orange trees

Journeyed from far away

The whole world may come against me

I do not have another weapon

There is no better mate, you can’t find

Wherever you live, wherever you are

Accompanies you, awaits you back

Won’t leave you like unfaithful girl