Was a time I heard the sound
Of a violin in the air.
Thought of winds that sing around
But was wrong - they were not there.
Someone played and violin's weeping
Plucked strings of a human soul,
Woke up thoughts from mortal sleeping,
From the cold.

With the music suddenly fog had fallen down
That the tune was heard by everyone around.

I have closed my eyes
And I've seen how angel flies
For I felt within my head music of  my soul.
I was not myself
In this quiet and I can tell -
All my life I pray for this
But don't know where it is.

What a joke. [bad word] around.
Feels like I will lose my mind.
I can hear the violin sound
But the player I can't find.
In this fog there's only laughter
Hiding everybody's lies.
Maybe only over my head
Music flies?

In the fog it's calm and there can be no wind.
I was right - what I had heard was violin.

I have closed my eyes
And I've seen how angel flies
For I felt within my head music of  my soul.
I was not myself
In this quiet and I can tell -
All my life I pray for this
But don't know where it is.

But the clue was in my prayer.
How could that escape my sight?
I have found the violinplayer -
Fogs can't hide the ray of light.
Our nerves - the violin's strings,
Our thoughts - the violin's bow.
So that violinplayer was me,
Now I know.

You will ask - why we get lost in fog and mist?..
I will answer - both you play and you exist.

I have closed my eyes
And I've seen how angel flies
For I felt within my head music of  my soul.
I was not myself
In this quiet and I can tell -
All my life I pray for this
And know now where it is.