His small street organ became outdated,
All pocket's trifles blown from a breeze,
All time tried to catch voice's Tom Waits,
And waited in vain public's call on a bis,
Always sing a song by heartly like an endless.
one of my favorites... his voice shakes the bones of the hidden soul!
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Tsira. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks