Enchanting music and colorful lights, And the musician still plays his song. Drunken faces and smoke cigarettes ... Let go to hell! Too easy and wrong... Each chord is a part of the soul. Each word carries own force. Take your time, guitarist, don't run away, Sadly looking at public, it's worse Song was written in friendship with dream Heart is slipped a gentle motif ... To run away is too easy, Don't scream! Feel the sweet rush of music? Believe! Yes! They guzzle and rhythmically chew! Yes! They smoke, and you are background. Yes! They fight, and after will sleep! Yes! They spit on your music around! Just a place for music is not here. Feelings were mixed in eternal harmony. Spit on someone else's arrogance! You see before eyes only victims of agony! You know your soul is pure and fresh. Music as mirror reflects your soul. Music is more than the world, this's good! Who don't understand he has no his goal. You play, musician, keep going! And stay! If not for them! Play for yourself! Creates the world around and play! Pull guitar strings.This's well! Someone will hear and someone will cry. His heart will feel the beauty of world. Someone's soul again highly fly. Just play! Your music will tell own word! You decorate with your music the world. Every its note is part of belief! It is so magical, you know it well! Play, musician, take your time and don't leave! | 
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