Violão de Rei

Then, one day in distress, I put away my guitar
And I told my Lord that I'm not going to play anymore
Because the trial in my life only made me cry
I put away my guitar; I never want to play again

I sat down on a step and began to lament
Suddenly, I didn't understand, a man dressed in white approached
He brought a white guitar with gold strings to make me cry

Golden strings gleaming
The guitar was fit for a king
But I couldn't play
It wasn't mine, I know that very well
Golden strings gleaming
The guitar was fit for a king
But I couldn't play
It wasn't mine, I know that very well
Ah, ah, ah

And he talked about my life, everything I was going to go through
That in three months God was going to give me the promise
Guitar player, be humble, so that you may enter heaven
Your mission here on this earth is to make sure no one cries
Be humble wherever you go so that God may bless you

I don't know the name of that angel
But one thing I can say
That he was carrying a white guitar
With golden strings, to make you cry

Golden strings gleaming
The guitar was fit for a king
But I couldn't play
It wasn't mine, I know that very well
Golden strings gleaming
The guitar was fit for a king
But I couldn't play
It wasn't mine, I know that very well
Ah, ah, ah

And he went up, and left, and I did not see him play again
But he promised me
That one day he would return
And wherever I was, I would always remember
That he was carrying a white guitar
With golden strings, to make me cry

Golden strings gleaming
The guitar was fit for a king
But I couldn't play
It wasn't mine, I know that very well
Golden strings gleaming
The guitar was fit for a king
But I couldn't play
Not mine, I know that very well
It wasn't mine, I know that very well
It wasn't mine, I know that very well