I hear violins
I hear violins
I hear violins, when I close my eyes
I am at the sun
I hear violins, when I close my eyes
I am at the sun
I hear violins, when I close my eyes
I am at the sun
I hear violins, when I close my eyes
I am at the sun
Young boy in the market follows all the men
When the men leave, he's out of his head
When his eyes are closed again
He sees the dark market of above, oh then
And he sings they break the most beautiful things
I hear violins, when I close my eyes
I am at the sun
I hear violins, when I close my eyes
I am at the sun
I hear violins, when I close my eyes
I am at the sun
I hear violins, when I close my eyes
I am at the sun