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  • Têtes Raides (Les) »

    Têtes Raides (Les) The Mad Fiddler текст песни

    The Mad Fiddler

    Not from the northern road,
    Not from the southern way,
    First his wild music flowed
    Into the village that day.

    He suddenly was in the lane,
    The people came out to hear,
    He suddenly went, and in vain
    Their hopes wished him to appear.

    His music strange did fret
    Each heart to wish ‘t was free.
    It was not a melody, yet
    It was not no melody.

    Somewhere far away,
    Somewhere far outside
    Being forced to live, they
    Felt this tune replied.

    Replied to that longing
    All have in their breasts,
    The lost sense belonging
    To forgotten quests.

    The happy wife now knew
    That she had married ill,
    The glad fond lover grew
    Weary of loving still,

    The maid and boy felt glad
    That they had dreaming only,
    The lone hearts that were sad
    Felt somewhere less lonely.

    In each soul woke the flower
    Whose touch leaves earthless dust,
    The soul’s husband’s first hour,
    The thing completing us,

    The shadow that comes to bless
    From kissed depths unexpressed,
    The luminous restlessness
    That is better than rest.

    As he came, he went.
    They felt him but half-be.
    Then he was quietly blent
    With silence and memory.

    Sleep left again their laughter,
    They tranced hope ceased to last
    And but a small time after
    They knew not he had passed.

    Yet when the sorrow of living,
    Because life is not willed,
    Comes back in dreams’ hours, giving
    A sense of life being chilled

    Suddenly each remembers.
    It glows life a coming moon
    On where their dream-life embers.
    The mad fiddler’s tune.
    Têtes Raides (Les) Lyrics

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