If music died,
I’d be a carcass
My ears ripped out
With no use but to decay.
If music died,
I’d have no ambition
To play that riff
Dignify that rhythm and
To sing –
Sing for joy,
Sing for love,
Sing for all those who do not mourn
The death of real music.
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I would like to translate this poem
I can't imagine life without music too!