In the silence of my guitar, I search for an echo, a hope, A beating heart, a story, To rediscover the sparkle of the evening. Each chord resonated in my life, Like a breath that carried my hopes, But cruel fate took me, This arm that charmed the mirror. I cling to yesterday's memories, To the concerts where I was alive, But this missing arm despairs me, And leaves my soul in limbo. In the silence of my guitar, I search for an echo, a hope, A beating heart, a story, To rediscover the sparkle of the evening. But hope is reborn in the wind, A new day, a new impetus, I will learn to play in a different way, To see the light again. In the silence of my guitar, I finally find new hope, A beating heart, a story, To rediscover the splendour of the evening. With a heart stronger than yesterday, I will play again, but virtually.