Banga Jazz - My Small Black Girl Guitar

MY SMALL BLACK GIRL GUITAR
All my life I have been waiting
I`ve been searching, y-e, for such a girl like you,
Now you have come, but I`ve already gone.

You`re a beauty, my o-darling,
As I can - can fit the beast,
Why should I feel so lone?

There`s no places, an`no faces,
An`no traces, an`no cities to recall
Now I don`t care, don`t care what`s going on.

If I feel you just beside me
And one moment till I go

Wu-u la-la and dance
Wo-o la-dance of hands
Hands-in-hands that sight
Dance with me that night,
My small black girl guitar...

Rain is fallen and pouring,
My sickness is tearing me apart
On such a dark and gloomy is a day.

Heart is aching an`is breaking
And I see, y-e, very clear
The rolling of my way.

I`ll remember your laughter
And after I know it will be sound
In someone`s heart as golden as a bell.

I`ll remember your samba
That beats in every cell...

Looking at your dance
I can`t breathe no more,
Got no any chance
That I had before.