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My heart is a violin

My heart is a violin
On which your bow plays
And which vibrates all the way
Pressed against your cheeks
 
As long as the air is lively and jolly
Like a chorus of madness
As long as the weary sound
Trembles in melancholy
 
In the night drawing to a close
My heart is filled with you
The music is a dream
That vibrates under your fingers
 
The gentle stroking of your fingers
Causes my desire to become so strong
That it even intoxicates me
And dies at the agreement's end
 
La la la la...
 
As long as the air is lively and jolly
Like a chorus of madness
As long as the weary sound
Trembles in melancholy
 
And vibrating in unison
My heart is a violin...