Noise and fuss
Yesterday with orchestra
And today in battle
My life seems like a shuttle
The violin that was touching my neck
Became today a rifle
The tune of dancing and love
Just now became blood and pus
Noise and fuss
And now behind a tree
And now behind a tree
Trying to press on the trigger
Feeling my daughter Julie
Calling me
Don't shoot
Don't shoot
Oh my God
Is this a rifle?
Or a violin!
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