When Joszko plays,
the whole world listens to him in amazement,
when Joszko plays...
when he plays the jew's harp,
when Liciu plays,
from heart to ear,
tenderly like no other...
Good God gave him talent,
And Joszko won the rest himself!
So many light notes,
so many dark notes, and so much music,
all around us,
so many golden strings,
so many silver strings,
and magical sounds,
in violins and bass.
Sometimes God gives talent,
And the rest you have to win yourself
Let the clocks sleep
receive Traces of tears
may Joszko play
until the end
With each of your days
make friends
try to see the world
PO-ZY-TYW-NO!
When I feel bad,
I say to the world: no!
and run to the meadow where Joszko is playing,
to sing with him,
find a tender rhyme,
to his music,
a heartfelt rhyme...
Good God gives talent,
And everyone has to look for the rest on their own!
Let the clocks sleep...

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