Pal Racz - The Violinist

Posters round the city, the hall taken by storm,
Every soul now whispers, news that keeps them warm:
Pal Racz* is playing! His concert, a charm!

With glory I was crowned, a beauty to behold,
How many guarded ladies, their secrets left untold,
Softly whispered 'yes' to me, stories brave and bold!
Softly whispered 'yes' to me!

How many cherished words, did cruel time steal away?
Nothing now remains of yesterday.
There was a violinist, Pal Racz,
And he is gone today.

Cruel time rushes on, fortune's tide has turned...
Nothing now remains, a lesson sadly learned.
There was a violinist, Pal Racz,
And he is! gone...

My eyes, like dark shoe polish, once shone with youthful fire,
I charmed in beauty's peak, my heart's one deep desire.
Now I swiftly dye my mustache, reaching ever higher,
But they hang so sadly now, no beauty to acquire.
What was, cannot return, though you lament and sigh,
Pity you, my poor Racz!

How many cherished words, did cruel time steal away?
Nothing now remains of yesterday.
There was a violinist, Pal Racz,
And he is gone today.

Cruel time rushes on, fortune's tide has turned...
Nothing now remains, a lesson sadly learned.
There was a violinist, Pal Racz,
And he is! gone...

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*Short Intro for Listeners

Pal Racz (1837–1886) was a celebrated Hungarian Romani violinist, whose fiery playing once captivated audiences across Europe. Immortalized later in Imre Kalman’s operetta The Gypsy Violinist, he is remembered both as a dazzling young virtuoso and as an old master teaching children in his final years. This song is a tribute to his glory and his silence - to the fleeting brilliance of music, and to the man whose violin once set hearts ablaze.


You can listen to the song via the link:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/oXdkrOXHn_KEPQ