2020.11.26.
Why are you weeping, my violin?
Why are you weeping, my violin?Have you been hurt?
People want to have fun,
and they are looking at us in disbelief.
At one time your strings sang solely
of love, love and happiness,
and spirited follies took turns
piece by piece.
How lightly flew the bow,
of her each song did sing.
Now my heart sinks
and my hand is so tired.
A silver ring on my finger
quite suddenly broke asunder,
the strings tremolo
like a death cry:
Off from my finger,
only falsehood has stuck to it anyway.
Hey! Look, how I can drink now
and fiddle merrily.
Why are you weeping, my violin?