Give me the instrument, the weapon I love to hold,
Which brings me peace and solace to my erratic soul.
My pain, my grief and all my sorrows that are embedded in me,
Having it in my arms, let’s my burdened soul feel free.
What comes out from my fingers as they move on those strings,
They say works like magic and serenity to all it brings.
The rhythm of the mesmerizing music, the magic I create,
Is nothing but my pain, which has been bestowed on me by fate.