The fire has burned out and the stars are dimming
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And road dust awaits us ahead
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Years go by and people grow old
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But do not forget the old story
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Lived in distant countries, lived high among the mountains
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Young boy shepherd
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He lived in a village and played the flute
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Played already breathtaking
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when he played everyone around froze
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you can only hear the sounds flowing in a gentle stream
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many already knew about that shepherdess
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And so he appeared before the king himself
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He played for a long time, the music flowed gently
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As if cranes are flying in the sky
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They fly away, they cry softly
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Tears suddenly flowed down the king's cheeks.
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Oh, wonderful shepherd, you will live in my castle
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And you will play for me all day,
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You will be in abundance, you will be like in a fairy tale,
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And you won't know more worries.
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Oh, good king, thank you for your concern,
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But I only like a free life,
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I love my mountains, trees and stars
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I can't even live a day without them.
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The king was angry: "How dare you shepherd,
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How dare you deny my desire?
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Grab him and shackle him,
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Now you will live in a damp dungeon!”
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And in the morning a little light was reported to the king,
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That the shepherd died, he died of longing,
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They buried a shepherd on a forest hill,
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And flowers were placed next to him.
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The fire has burned down and the stars are dimming,
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And road dust awaits us ahead,
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Years go by and people grow old
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But do not forget the old story.
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Oh, old king, you have lived a lot,
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But you could not understand the truth of the old,
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After all, a songbird, if it sang in the wild,
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He will never sing in captivity... |