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When on Sundays the musicians
passed through our villages
and when a thousand lights were burning

the ground trembled ever so softly
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And from the houses, screams could be heard
they drank wine from large barrels
a song echoed through the streets:

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And all the lovers danced
till deep into the early morning
They celebrated and forgot
about work and their worries
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And then only players were left in the town
the party was over
the musicians gone

goodbye until next time:

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Today no musicians play
anymore on our small squares
but all the friends from back then
they have not forgotten
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The song and the nights full of music
the worries and also the friends of happiness
from long gone times:

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