A Blahó János felhasználó összes verse >>>
One of those days (continuing)
As soon as he had reached this thought
they were called getting down
to work by a harsh sound.
The time passed about slowly
while "slavering" without a word spoken.
Once the bell ringing called it a day.
At this point the poet suddenly became awaken.
And looking out the window
through the curtain of the rain
below the coloured rainbow
on the green grass of the plain
he realised the old grand piano.
No one was playing on its strings
but still its smart sound in piano
was ever heard inside his ears.
