I will make a Red Violin for you, my love,
each string will be a hair;
I will make a Red Violin for you, my love,
and you will be reborn in moments of despair.
She will cross oceans for you, my love,
like a message in a bottle;
She will cross oceans for you, my love,
only his mind will understand her mottle.
Each time when you play this violin, my love,
our sorrow will be over for a while;
Each time when you play this violin, my love,
the road will be only a mile.
The day will come and you will feel, my love,
our souls will be no longer two;
The day will come and you will feel, my love,
I will become a part of you.