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Les Bohèmes
The Street Drummer
ANGELDUMOTTSC"If you're cold and you're lonely,
ANGELDUMOTTSCHUNARDYou've got one nickel only,
ANGELDSWith a thousand sweet kisses I'll cover you."
The street drummer knows that he is dying. Each beat that passes from his heart and through his fingers is really just a distant echo of the sands of life that are oh-so-slowly running out.
Each day he waits for the small pile of coins to collect at his feet, his rhythms pulsing up the street and reaching out to passers-by. It’s not charity to him. It’s simply the way he earns his living.
The street drummer knows that he is dying. All that he can do is take each day as it comes, to keep loving and keep smiling.
ANGELDUMOTTSCHUNARDYou've got one nickel only,
ANGELDSWith a thousand sweet kisses I'll cover you."
The street drummer knows that he is dying. Each beat that passes from his heart and through his fingers is really just a distant echo of the sands of life that are oh-so-slowly running out.
Each day he waits for the small pile of coins to collect at his feet, his rhythms pulsing up the street and reaching out to passers-by. It’s not charity to him. It’s simply the way he earns his living.
The street drummer knows that he is dying. All that he can do is take each day as it comes, to keep loving and keep smiling.