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Ballad of the Lonely Tom

The world has become silent,
Only the rain plays on the road.
Traces of passers-by have long disappeared.
And only the lonely Tom has nowhere to go...
He sat down under a tree bough.
 
Old Tom started musing
Over his life,
Thinking back to his young days.
Tired of his thoughts, he wrapped himself up in the wind.
He’s dreaming about his home.
 
The whole world is sleeping,
The rain is shedding tears.
In his deep sleep
Old Tom dreams about his mother.
He heard a whisper,
Urging him to follow her
To the world where there are no tears.
 
Morning has broken.
A rainbow glitters in the sun

I Sell Dreams

I haven’t forgotten this melody,
although so many years have gone by.
I remember onlookers and a crowd of kids who, like me,
were standing there, being all ears.
 
Every day at the same time
an elderly gentleman used to stop in front of the house.
He used to play resonantly a colourful barrel organ
and sing us this song:
 
'For one penny I sell dreams,
for one penny I change sorrows into laughter.
For one penny I take away your tears
and I bring you joy instead'.
 
Today nobody knows what happened to him,
when the sound of the barrel organ died down.
But since that time sometimes I long for
the resonant melody of those years.
 
'For one penny I sell dreams,
for one penny I change sorrows into laughter.
For one penny I take away your tears
and I bring you joy instead'.