The Art of the Copla

[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