“I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.”
Thomas Paine

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wPNUXpuIys&list=RDsN5G4gJjhSs&index=1&ab_channel=SergeyAlbin

This song is dedicated to my best and closest friend A.R.

Greatest day wishes dear A.
As we both know from personal experience how hard life could be and how to survive those live’s dramas and tragic times,
I realized that I still didn’t send you well, my song, which I consider the best on this topic.
Actually, I had to translate it first, so finally, I did that, and here it is.
This song is perfect in both ways, music and text go hand in hand, which video supports.
As Russian songs could always manage to reach deeply into one’s heart, I would like you to enjoy them!

I hope you wouldn’t mind me sending it to “the world” as well, still, I assume there are many who might love it.

Although my website is created for those higher educated and more intellectually developed,
(you can judge it by the number of “fast” visitors, how long do they stay after discovering this place has
nothing in common with the “social media” kind of entertainment, there are some sections (humor, etc…)
to satisfy their intelligence level.
Then there are those inclinations to the “cold side” but those never interested me anyway.

Don’t get touched as I always do when I hear something a bit more emotional, but you know how sensitive
I am in that area…
Love,
M.

VIOLINIST

(Video shows clips from the Russian film called
“Devil’s Violinist”)

Translation
by Maya

I slide with a bow on the strings of the violin,
Adding my music to the silence
I will make passers-by smile
In those warm smiles, I shall drown
The violin will laugh and cry
Although not everyone would like the play
I will not be offended
Well, people’s hearts are not the same

Chorus:
I caress the strings with a bow
Gifting my melody
To those who might be like me
Sadness living in their soul, hiding
I weave a bouquet of notes
And my soul lives in it
Then with those notes beckoning
I caress the soul

A tear will fall from the sky of gray clouds
Autumn will give me a yellow leaf
It will touch my tired feet
I’m a tramp street performer
I give a bouquet of notes to passers-by
Require nothing in return
Would disturb them with the violin of the soul
Every day playing without change, on…

Chorus:
I caress the strings with a bow
Gifting my melody
To those who can be like me
Sadness living in their soul, hiding
I weave a bouquet of notes
And my soul lives in it
Then with those notes beckoning
I caress the soul

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