Chapter 78 Forever Chopin

A trip to Warsaw in the early summer of eight thousand miles Rinse your ears and keep cold is your piano sound I finally arrived at your former residence and fulfilled my wish Brought back to Xiziwan by the soles of my shoes That's when you bid farewell to Poland Take the soil from a foreign land No turning back is the way of the prodigal son The clay fragrance of the motherland, mother's kitchen Should be the same unforgettable, even though Vienna to Munich From Mazurka to Paris, the harpsichord I can't cover the coughing, and I've been dreaming After you left, the motherland was destroyed twice

The immortal city prophesied by the mermaid The fallen calamity devours and devours Meet my Warsaw, alas, a few rounds of ashes Zao Fei sent you to Warsaw that day No matter how sad the sound of the piano is, it is like a testament When did Poland really be saved? Dane's horseshoes and boots Nazi Tank Convoy Don't even want to crush your prelude The revolutionary etude gets louder and louder Nocturne still can't let go of George Sand When your fingering, sensitively come together and fall When the black key and the white key call, a response When the staccato and syllable are flying in the wind

The whole world is listening All hot ears turn to Poland who could forget, frederick It's been 150 years since you left And that piano is still so young So fluent, so hearty Just like the river of Vesuvius Day and night, still flowing north Holding your tears dripping, spitting your blood