Somwhere deep inside this violine is still playing,
It's hurting, humilating and sometimes even blaming.
It's forgiveness mixed with mindless reflection,
It's like brocken glasses and their affection.
From our love I left for me just this violine,
I listen to it alone without you without smiling,
And when my midnight comes I want to be a deaf,
It's playing loud and I can't forget and can't forgive
I guess this night we have the full orchestra,
And many souls are playng this music restless,
And Lord is crying with this painful melody,
He asked us to love but we became enemies,
What if we stop? What if we start being wise?
If one asks forgivness we'll give one twice!
May Lord will smile and stop this melody,
But we will search for another violine...