The Centuries Past

Por SongsAboutTheMonaLisa con UdioMusic

03:59
2270
1959

I'll paint where the silent muse holds

For in my hands, her smile's foretold

Now leave my art to speak

I'll shape her secrets, brush so bold

I'll paint where the silent muse holds

For in this frame, she'll never grow old

On canvas white, her gaze unfolds

Through whispered lines, her story's told

In colors deep, she comes alive

Her enigmatic airs survive

The loudest strokes, reveal her soul

In that moment, Davinci stole

Veiled in layers, divinity's trace

A mystery sealed in her quiet grace

A subtle smile, divinely cast

In every line, the centuries past

[Chorus]

Mona, in her silent thought

In the oil and the ochre brought