¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
EmDAEmDA I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole EmDAEmDA you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold EmDAEmDA oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls EmDAEmDA my timid young fingers held a decent animal
GD Over the ramparts you tossed GD the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers GDF tied to a brick sweet as a song CD the years have been short but the days were long
EmDAEmDA Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass EmDAEmDA we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed EmDAEmDA when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots EmDAEmDA and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off
GD Since then it's been a book G you read in reverse D so you understand less as the pages turn GDF or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast CD that even I could be the star
CDFG I dont look back much as a rule CDFG and all this way before murder is cool CDGC but your memory is here and i'd like you to stay D a warm light on a winter's day
EmDA x6
GD Over the ramparts you tossed GD the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers GDF tied to brick sweet as a song CF the years have been short but the days go slowly by C to loose kites falling from the sky FCD drawn to the ground and an end to flight