The Old Fiddler
Please, play for me one of your songs,
The strings to cry in your hands,
I have no gold, I’ll give you wine,
My coat and all that’s mine.
Please, play for me one of your songs,
Please use your old guitar,
Old fiddler please, I want to hear,
The music through my tear.
Please, play for me, play from your heart,
The story of my love,
To shoot my longing for a day,
and happy fly away.
Please, let me stay next to my cup,
To drink my pain, my sorrow,
I have no home I have no friends,
Today my journey ends.
Please, let me stay in this dark pub,
To hear the silence crying,
To drink, to cry, but no regret,
My love, I won’t forget
poem by Marius Alexandru (31 November 2020)
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