Bent down to the ground, so stiff
In one hand a violin, in the other wine
Head bent down, shirtless
He sings in a pleading tone of voice
The song ended. I went up to him.
He didn't want to speak, but I forced him to begin
The eyes across from me were sad
My eyes held shame
No, it is not like that
No one could be so free
No, it is not like that
"Then listen", he said, "I shall sing this song for you"
No, it is not like that
No one could be so free
No, it is not like that
"Then listen", he said, "I shall sing this song for you"
I leant in closer
Nearly feeling for him like a father
The wine was stronger than the mind
But his mind refused to disappear
Just once he wants to hear a gunshot
To rise freely into the sky wearing heavy boots
To nearly go too close to someone and say:
"Thank you. I am alive still."
Bent down to the ground, so stiff
In one hand a violin, in the other wine
All that I wish has been,
And now I have nowhere else to go
No, it is not like that
No one could be so free
No, it is not like that
"Then listen", he said, "I shall sing this song for you"
No, it is not like that
No one could be so free
No, it is not like that
"Then listen", he said, "I shall sing this song for you"