When Melina sings- soft music, night illuminates out of moon
Her voice very melodious, as sound of free birds, embraced by all.
After all these years, a wretch grey-haired poet hears motionless
Peacefully, arouse, lost in depth thought of goddess.
Listening chorus, a young lover sits down under a tree – renewing vigor
Enjoying over her voice like farmer upon the first shower of rainy season.
When Melina sings- soft music, night illuminates out of moon
Her voice very melodious, as sound of free birds, embraced by all.
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