Song: Musician
Tired of the violin, at least someone is old pain and fear,
Tired violinist, drank wine, only bitterness on my lips.
And left without saying goodbye, forgetting the mute box,
Like the old man was drunk today.
While the melody remained the wind in the leaves
Among human noise is barely perceptible.
About unfortunate and happy, about good and evil
About fierce hatred and sacred love.
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MegaMozg 17-01-2017 / 20:27
Hung his coat on a chair musician
He squared his nervous hand on the neck of a black bow.
Come quickly closer to hear better
If you're not too drunk...
About unfortunate and happy, about good and evil,
About fierce hatred and sacred love.
What's going on, what was happening on your land,
Everything in this music - you just catch.
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MegaMozg 17-01-2017 / 20:27
