The curtain rose I went up on the stage,
My legs were shaking, and my voice was dry.
" I must be calm" the feelings very strange:
" I know the words, but I am nervous, why".
But suddenly when I first notes could hear
Of lovely fascinating final song
I calm became, all dissapeared fears,
I hope my friends that nothing I sang wrong.
I nothing saw: the children in the choir,
The audience, the boxes and the stalls.
Believe me, please, because I am not liar,
Believe me, please, I am not telling false.
It was a magic, a fantastic power.
For people our singinng was a gift
But more expensive than the sweets and flower
Because in soul charming fire lit.
the 22d-the 27th of November 2017