Leaned forward to the ground so stiff
The violin in one hand, wine ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ in the other
Looking down, without shirt
Singing in imploring voice
The song is over. I come up.
He didnÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't want to talk, but I pushed to start
In the opposite eyes there was sadness
In my ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ shame.
No, it isnÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't so,
Noone can be so free.
No, it isnÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't so.
ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂThen listenÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ, he said, ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂThis song I will sing for YouÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
I got closer
Almost as father to feel pity
The wine was stronger than mind
But his mind wasnÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't to disappear
Only once he wants to hear a shot
And in heavy boots to rise in the sky so free
To crawl to someone and say:
ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂThanks. IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ've survivedÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ.