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There was in the village
There was in the village
A blind man who played on his violin
Looking in the clouds
A smile on the face
(…)
All the children in the village
All the children in the village
Were there around him, looking at him
Under his fingers born drunkeness
The warmth of a caress
Under his fingers born rain and the good weather
His violin had a soul
His violin had a soul
Who had ascended straight to the sky
In our eyes were shine tears
And in our hearts a flame
That laughed at all fires of the rainbow
When my heart is in storm
When my life is in a rage
I see again the old blind man and his violin
Looking in the clouds
A smile on the face
I move along humming this tune
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