Twang! Ping! Ping! Zing!
Zing! Ping! Ping! Twang!
Lost in endless sand...
An instrument observing life...
Played to death again...
Beginning of the man...
Sounding in the night...
Living past great men...
The instrument cared for...
I am musical strangth...
Zing! Ping! Ping! Twang!
Twang! Ping! Ping! Zing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem