the violin

the violin speaks of sorrow.

it lingers in the

air.

the gentle sound of sadness,

that can no one

compare.

it breaks the heart of many.

it brings tears to the

eye.

the sweet sorrow of the violin,

that no one can

deny.

it tells the story of sadness,

the beauty of

pain,

the bittersweet melody,

that transcends all time and

space.

the violin speaks of sorrow.

we all can hear its

plea.

the sweet sorrow of the violin

not speaks of us,

but speaks of you and

me.

/молодойчеловек.