Everyone can make music

Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, si, doooooo Do, si, la, sol, fa, mi, re doooooo Everyone can make music, It’s a classic way to express, Down with cynical prejudice, Free your rib cage, let it stretch, Chorus Let us hear that lovely little stream of voice, Here, sensitive strings make the law and choice, Within a range of good and proper poise, A dreamy privilege of you for me, of joy and voice, Saint patroness of musicians, Cécile, Accompanies, encourages with a blink so still, Like a docile metronome, Aiming straight for hearts, right at the home, Chorus Let us hear that lovely little stream of voice, Here, sensitive strings make the law and choice, Within a range of good and proper poise, A dreamy privilege of you for me, of joy and voice, Sometimes attentive ears, ready to share, Will catch, without effort and without care, The subliminal message that draws us in there, In a flow of feelings, a beautiful passage fair, Chorus Let us hear that lovely little stream of voice, Here, sensitive strings make the law and choice, Within a range of good and proper poise, A dreamy privilege of you for me, of joy and voice, you for me, you for me...