- Violin was torn to pieces while begging,
- And then broke in tears
- So childishly,
- That the Drum couldn't handle it longer,
- It's all right, it's all right, it's all right!
- He got tired,
- Not hearing out to Violin's speech and
- Sneaked out to the street of Kuznetsky
- And made off.
- The orchestra looked strangely, as
- Violin cried herself out
- Wordless
- Without tempo
- And only somewhere
- Just the foolish Cymbals
- Were clubbing out:
- What is it?
- How is it?
- Then when Helicon
- Copper-faced
- Sweating
- Shouted:
- Stupid!
- Softy!
- Wipe off!
- I got up,
- Shaking crawled over notes,
- Bending low under the horror of the pupitre,
- For some reason cried out,
- Oh, God!,
- Threw myself over the wooden neck of hers,
- Violin, you know?
- We are awfully close:
- I do also
- Shout
- But still can not prove anything either!
- The musicians are laughing:
- Gotcha!
- He's dating a wooden girlfriend!
- Smart one, ha!
- I don't give a damn!
- I am worthy!
- You know what Violin?
- Why don't we
- Move in together!
- Ha?
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