The Bayan Cries - Super Star band At the corner of the old street, fireplace glows are burning, Parisian fog dissolves the cries past returning. In the basement, the accordion softly moans of the past, Where every passerby felt like a friend at last. The violin will cry behind the wall, a bow across the soul, We've lost our way in the autumn midnight's toll. And fingers touch the white and the black keys, Washing away the hurts of worn-out years, with ease. Brushes rustle on the snare, the rhythm holds its ground, Look how our old neighborhood in smoke is bound! Hear the clarinet sing right through! Hear the bayan cry in the night! If your heart has rusted over, this swing will ignite! Let the cabaret smoke swirl, let the line stumble or break, Our song is a storm, our life is a river's wake! Hey, play me this motif until the morning breaks, While over the river the silver of silver wakes! The clock towers strike midnight in the misty gray, I’ve handed this melancholy to my mind away. The ringing thread of the Spanish guitar, Teaches how to forgive, and laugh, and live afar. The old quarter falls asleep to the whisper of wheels, Washing away the remnants of uninvited feels. Hear the clarinet sing right through! Hear the bayan cry in the night! If your heart has rusted over, this swing will ignite! Let the cabaret smoke swirl, let the line stumble or break, Our song is a storm, our life is a river's wake! And when this dim lantern burns out at last, We will flip the pages of our worn-out past. Only music remains faithful here.. Right down to the crystal clear! Hear the clarinet sing right through! Hear the bayan cry in the night! If your heart has rusted over, this swing will ignite! Let the cabaret smoke swirl, let the line stumble or break, Our song is a storm, our life is a river's wake! Silver of silver... The night fades into dawn. #superstarband #eugenmusic #music #song - @eugenmusic