Here’s the life you did helplessly start
Here is - you dreamed so well
Smoky dark barroom and your old guitar
No one right path to tell
Never done concerts and still some dreams
One day the agent will come
Listening your talent and having no fears
Fame has just nowhere to run
Smoky-dark barroom has all of my dreams…
Light-ones, dark-ones and those –never to be…
Smoke of a cigarette carries no tone
Voice collapses and dies
Last words to children through half broken phone
Daddy’s life has been a lie
Smoky-dark barroom has all of my dreams…
Light-ones, dark-ones and those –never to be…
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