The great orchestra of Vienna
The ninth symphony begins
The connoisseurs of music
Of discerning taste
The grand composer
Facing the orchestra
Moves his hands
In frenzied motion
The mind plays
The heart moved
Emotions playing
The grand symphony
The audience enthralled
The grand finale
Applause
The composer’s back towards the audience
Somebody touches him
To see the applause
Beethoven was deaf
When he composed his ninth symphony
A creation of his imagination
Did you know this my love
I read the story to tell you,
But I was wrong
A shepherd boy
Knows more than me
Shams in the wilderness
Shall teach me,
“The ways of the beloved”
Leave the books alone
Leave the books alone,
Raise your head
Look in my face,
You will see more
In my beauty
Than those books of yours,
Gypsy girl’s song to her lover
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