Idioma Origen:
Sad voices they´re calling
Our precious girl she can´t be gone
How bitter this morning
When daddy´s darling
Went out and started her day
Wasn´t there a dream last night
Like a spring never ending
Still the water runs clear
Through my mind
On the field I can see a fiddler
The fiddler on the green and the sad boy
I took him too early
Would you mind
Would you mind
Would you mind
If I take you
To be with you
To be with you
To be with you
To be with you
The sun seemed bright
The air was clear
The air was clear
A trick of light
Turned red into green
She saw the light
Her face was pale
Her body smashed
Her beauty´s gone
Isn´t it a shame
The reaper said
He is quite alone here
And still waiting for you
Oh I really did fail for the first time
Spoke the fiddler, poor old fiddler
The fiddler on the green
The fiddler on the green
It would be nice:
Take my hand
Just hold my hand
I´ll take you there
Your pain will go away
Idioma Destino:
Sad voices they´re calling
Our precious girl she can´t be gone
How bitter this morning
When daddy´s darling
Went out and started her day
Wasn´t there a dream last night
Like a spring never ending
Still the water runs clear
Through my mind
On the field I can see a fiddler
The fiddler on the green and the sad boy
I took him too early
Would you mind
Would you mind
Would you mind
If I take you
To be with you
To be with you
To be with you
To be with you
The sun seemed bright
The air was clear
The air was clear
A trick of light
Turned red into green
She saw the light
Her face was pale
Her body smashed
Her beauty´s gone
Isn´t it a shame
The reaper said
He is quite alone here
And still waiting for you
Oh I really did fail for the first time
Spoke the fiddler, poor old fiddler
The fiddler on the green
The fiddler on the green
It would be nice:
Take my hand
Just hold my hand
I´ll take you there
Your pain will go away