The Music после фестиваля шотландской музыки, посвящается группе

Is it possible for the music to be finished?
It goes on and on.
Even when the lights are switched off
And the hall is empted.

Dont you hear how the melody
 is treambling with an alarm,
Even when the pipe is tired
 and the drumm is silent?
Or your eyes aren't a song?
Or your hands aren't a music?
Or your heart doesn't remember the motive,
 beating so hollow in your breast?

You are standing in the dust,
 moving on your breath,
And the sound
 is breaking though the silence...
It is MUSIC!


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