[Verse] The moon is a pearl The night is a flame Shadows whisper secrets None are the same Under the olive tree The earth hums low The roots hold stories only the old winds know
[Chorus] Oh The copla sings The heart it stings With every string The sorrow clings Fany Fany The voice of fire Burns through the dark Rising higher
[Verse 2] Her words are daggers Her voice a wave Tales of love lost The brave and the grave She weaves a web of silk and despair Every note lingers Hangs in the air
[Bridge] Fany dances The stars they bow Her art a storm Her time is now With every clap The world takes part In the rhythm of her untamed heart
[Chorus] Oh The copla sings The heart it stings With every string The sorrow clings Fany Fany The voice of fire Burns through the dark Rising higher
A zene stílusa
flamenco guitar with dramatic pauses and heartfelt delivery, traditional spanish, soulful