Translation: Hujan. Di Kala Bulan Bermain Biola.
I am just another fool, and I have to, keep telling myself that I am just a hypocrit, and I have to, keep calling you one And I forgot to bite my tongue
She said, "Catch me if you can You better plan, gentlemen" So the story goes Robin Hood stole the magic seeds from a Sherwood Dignitary Set 'em afloat
Red Aston Martin Vanquish V12 sick Red cranberry juice in my vodka [Chorus] Game so violent, give me a backwood, roll a violet Blow the smoke out and
Viola, she watch me reign Viola, my head engaged As she dances the lilac bloom Viola, can't watch you I let her into the sun in a jaded shade I threw
I grew up on western swing Bob Wills had me hooked early in my teens A fiddle was the only thing I put my fingers on Faded love was my love till you came
And so once again My dear Johnny my dear friend And so once again you are fighting us all And when I ask you why You raise your sticks and cry, and I
Four strings across the bridge Ready to carry me over Over the quavers, drunk in the bars Out of the realm of the orchestra Out of the realm of the orchestra
Sometimes in the middle of the lonely night No one there to be his friend He'd grab the fiddle and he'd hold it tight The angels there would gather 'round
I remember the Night That sight's still inside On old men's streets Ghosts of never beens Voices of the Violin Cried for many Nights Flames of the mind
Well before you know it he is born, He's looking up through painted bars And he hears a hairy stranger say "He'll learn to play the violin." His mother
Nowhere you'd rather be than fifteen blocks away Tonight you're embracing it, tomorrow, who's to say Deem love unconditional but the real world don't
Falling, falling Gonna drop like a stone I'm fallin' through the atmosphere On a warm afternoon If lovers discover That everyone dies So don't tell me
It seems you think that thirty-five is just a little too old But I'm not ready yet to be put out in the cold I've got plenty of good love left woman if
Sunken are the eyes of my creation into a glass containing smelly puss Whatever sense of gratitude I may have felt It went away too soon He was your
[The Enchanted Violin] Par espaces immobiles,lointain. Ames lumineuses sont transportees Avec rythme cadence A la derniere demeure, par espaces immobiles
Fiddle Set E minor jig (traditional) The Moon Coin (traditional) Shawn's Lament for He is in Hell (Dan Stacey) Limerick Lassies (traditional)
You couldn't possibly understand what I'm going through? I hope someday you'll have, better for you. In feeling sorry for you. I don't feel sorry for
