The violinist came and hung his jacket on the chair
Adjusted with a nervous hand the bow tie extra flair
You come closer now to hear better
If you are not completely drunk
About the sorrowful and the happy, the evil and the good
About the bitter hatred and the sacred love
What was up and going down upon the sinful Earth,
Is all in music. You catch it, if you would?
Around you, the busy years are flying quickly by
The reason for you being here is still the open “Why?”
The violin will wake up flesh and blood in you
If you are not completely drunk
About the sorrowful and the happy, the evil and the good
About the bitter hatred and the sacred love
What was up and going down upon the sinful Earth,
Is all in music. You catch it, if you would?
The violin is jaded – who would not – from fear and pain?
The violinist sipped the wine – it’s hard to entertain
And he left without a ‘Good Night’ and left his empty case behind
Today the old man really might have been too drunk
And the melody still lingered far and high above
Beyond the daily noise of the neighborhood
For the sorrowful and the happy, the evil and the good
The bitter hatred and the sacred love
