They say that words speak louder than actions
I believe they create worse reactions
I think that a melody played with a fiddle
Can say more than words but it's more than a needle
You should pay more attention to your social
Relations of mine, a personal decline
You should live like the orders you don't let
Accept the conditions, deny my ambitions
Talk (talk) with a violin, you'll talk
With a nightingale on your shoulder
Talk (talk) with a violin, you'll talk
With a nightingale on your shoulder
A fine conversation, a gla** of good wine
Nothing compared to a delicate rhyme
Up in the trees, a letterbird singing
Much more delightful than human flinging
You should count your own words and dress like a scarecrow
Beware! My savoir-faire
You should enter this play and act as the
Clown I am not, my soul won't rot
Talk (talk) with a violin, you'll talk
With a nightingale on your shoulder
Talk (talk) with a violin, you'll talk
With a nightingale on your shoulder
My troubled existence and the light of my heart
They steal them away, they rip them apart
They creep into the silence in dark and cold
They drink all my blood with their (?)
My troubled existence and the light of my heart
They steal them away, they rip them apart
They creep into the silence in dark and cold
They drink all my blood with their (?)
You should pay more attention to your social
Relations of mine, a personal decline
You should live like the orders you don't let
Accept the conditions, deny my ambitions
Talk (talk) with a violin, you'll talk
With a nightingale on your shoulder
Talk (talk) with a violin, you'll talk
With a nightingale on your shoulder
Talk (talk) with a violin, you'll talk
With a nightingale on your shoulder
Talk (talk) with a violin, you'll talk
With a nightingale on your shoulder
Talk (talk) with a violin, you'll talk