Trafika Europe 6 - Arabesque

lyrics & poems

The rat is trembling backstage Under the curtain he is crawling With funny steps he’s going on the boards Hiding a little in the dark

And with a heavy heart, the rat Is feeling like a rat this evening He feels it might be the last time He’s going on the stage He thinks of other rats He thinks of his arrival as a rat And then he thinks of art Especially of art Of art that made him living Of art that gave him joy Of art that brought believing

That late one ought to trust The king has not departed That late one ought to trust In art he is not believing That late one ought to trust that art is mis à mort

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