Through the painting and the wite busts

in the corridor of the fountain

from a century I try to find you, I try



The veil, the veil of the night descends

heavy upon our school



Where the music found shelter

from the havoc of the plebeians thirst



And I wonder why

birds are silent now

and our tools of notes worn as your love



A young boy takes a violin

and puts all his dreams in it

and turns towards the dusky skyline, smiling



Smiling, as yet he ignores the minstrels fate

to need for a love vast as sky

impossible to find



Or maybe he'll find flower

on which you'll share some joy

the kind of those

greeting the end