| Silence behind the scenes, and the spotlights are extinguished,
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| In a small dark room a candle smolders dimly,
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| Reflected by posters, as if by the glory of yesterday,
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| The light will inadvertently catch the violinist's silhouette,
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| In the muddy mirror of time, the days hang like cobwebs,
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| Here, as if by accident, the night found its shelter,
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| Autumn paints pastel blurs with raindrops,
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| Everything is as desperate as before, only the eyes give out.
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| Oh, you life is a disturbing dream, under the rustle of music,
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| It spun with a song, a bird over the Earth,
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| Let the blizzard cover the soul with snow,
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| If only the string of another's soul would tremble.
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| The makeup is washed away by the rainbow, and under it is black and white
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| Watercolor of loneliness of tired eyes and hands,
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| I thought to myself, and what is said is done,
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| But I so want to leave the vicious circle.
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| Oh, you life is a disturbing dream, under the rustle of music,
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| It spun with a song, a bird over the Earth,
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| Let the blizzard cover the soul with snow,
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| If only the string of another's soul would tremble. |