El Divo… El Divoooooo… Oh, El Divooooo

Under the moon, beneath the sky,
El Divo stands, with twinkling eyes.
Not in a rush, not in a race,
but in his own enchanted space.

He hums a tune, so soft, so grand,
a melody that soaks the land.
A beat so warm, a sound so bright,
it turns the dark into pure light.

Oh, El Divo, sways so slow,
like rivers where the soft winds blow.
Not here to shout, not here to run,
but to make the night a golden sun.

And as the music finds its way,
he smiles, he plays, he stays to stay.
No need for words, just feel, just know—
El Divo’s here, enjoy the show.