A begger at the begger

Anotace: Oh, look, here he stands, an official king of music bands, who keeps playing his old time jazz to make us smile...

 

Oh, look, here he stands

an official king of music bands

who keeps playing his old – time jazz

to make us smile

 

Most people just pass him by

He seems to have crossed the line

a miserable man whose life is spoiled

The one without any choice

 

Oh, look, how young he feels

with so little he really needs

just a scruffy dog at his feet

tapping barefoot the rhyme to the ground

mocked but not let down

 

Oh, look, here is his begger’s hat

Life can not be so bad

A few coins glittering down there in the sun

For freedom and spontaneous fun

 

There is so little left he needs

It is music, vibes and inner peace

tapping barefoot the rhyme to the ground

he can’t explain what he has found

 

I watch him every single day

I even know his full name

I think I will come closer to ask for more

I will be a begger at the begger’s door

 

I will be a begger at the begger’s door

I will be a begger at the begger’s door

 

(Hanuš Šparlinek, 22.7. 2022 written in Madeira)