Close the gates, the band is gone...
(навеяно песней БГ "Пока не начался джаз")
Close the gates, the band is gone...
Empty seats and diamond skies;
All that jazz keeps shining on
From the hills of Paradise.
As I watch, the stars turn black,
Waves of joy become so small...
...What could I have given back,
That is equal to my soul?
...Go across the universe,
Fetch that blissful secret chord,
And create the final verse
With the "Silver of my Lord"
Rising from the dirt, the dust,
Wars that let us go astray...
When I come to seek that jazz,
Hope you let me hear you play.
When I crave to find that jazz,
Hope you let me hear you play.