There is the song
the music and the chords
There is the beauty
and the flow and rhythm
But one must eat
and one must live -
and so one must sing
and one must play
as the wind blows
There is feeling
and there is
the genuine touch
and the artist is intense
But one must have coins
and one must anticipate
rainy days -
and so one must sing
and one must play
as the fashion goes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem