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Listen! |
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Don't you hear |
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These mad symphonies of grievance and fear? |
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Melancholy and despair |
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Can be sensed when we draw near. |
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Some hear a violin sound |
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Others hear a man moaning in tears. |
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These fields are haunted by nature's most sombre melodies. |
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Suicidal white noise absorbing the essence |
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From light, mirth and vitality. |
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These grounds haunted by |
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Reflections from World War II… |
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Arise! |
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In 1941,'42 The identity of warfare on the East Front is lugubrious. |
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There's one soldier incapable of committing sin. |
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Kept alive by his comrades thanks to his heavenly gift, |
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With a violin |
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His brilliant music |
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So beautiful and pure... |
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Shining warmth upon every soldier. |
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It helps them to endure. |
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Breath-taking melodies |
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Consuming all hate sorrow and fear. |
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These magnificent tunes are like silk for their ears. |
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And for a moment their pain disappears. |
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But this moment will not last |
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When they are baffled by another blast. |
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The enemy is near. |
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Rain of bullets |
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Killing soldiers there and here. |
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And so the instrument of peace is being silenced by the one of war. |
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It plays the music of the dead music made of lead. |
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I've had enough of this sickening war and it's murderous puppets!“ |
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They don't understand |
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The language of music cannot be spoken in death. |
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I never took a life! |
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Maybe now is the time to take mine. |
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In the name of music |
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Shall I cut my wrists or hang myself high by a violin string? |
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A symphonic suicide is what I shall bring!" |
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The enemy lies on the other side of the field. |
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He decides to walk straight into the fire fight, |
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Playing this dreamlike masterpiece. |
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Every soldier stops, |
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Holds his breath. |
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Not a single shot is being heard |
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During an intro for his own death. |
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For his own death |
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And when the violin bow is being lowered at the end |
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Both sides simultaneously open fire. |
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There's the corpse of the violinist lying in mud and barbed wire. |
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These fields are haunted by the funerary dirge of a violinist. |
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The funerary dirge of a violinist |
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Can't you hear his call of death? |
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Listen! |
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Don't you hear |
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These mad symphonies |
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Of grievance and fear? |
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Melancholy and despair |
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Can be sensed when we draw near. |
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Some hear a violin sound... |
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Other shear a man moaning in tears. |
