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“To the Broken Hearts” drifts through the haze of a late-night bar, where time slows and memories linger in the glow of fading lights. It’s a quiet tribute to those who’ve loved deeply, lost bravely, and still find comfort in an old song echoing through the smoke. With a tender storyteller’s voice, it celebrates the poets, dreamers, and ghosts who never stop singing — a bittersweet reminder that even heartbreak can hum with warmth.

„To the Broken Hearts“ schwebt durch den Nebel einer langen Nacht in der Bar – dort, wo die Zeit stillzustehen scheint und Erinnerungen in weichem Licht glühen. Es ist eine leise Hommage an all jene, die tief geliebt, mutig verloren und Trost in einem alten Lied gefunden haben. Mit der Stimme eines Geschichtenerzählers feiert der Song Poeten, Träumer und Geister, die nie aufhören zu singen – eine bittersüße Erinnerung daran, dass selbst gebrochene Herzen noch Wärme tragen können.

To the broken hearts

Smoke curls slow above the crowd
I watch their eyes, the quiet, proud
The jukebox sighs, the lights grow dim
I play a song they used to sing

A girl in red just stirs her glass
Her eyes reflect what used to pass
She smiles as if the years don’t show
Just sways to songs from long ago

An old man hums, his voice worn thin
Says, “They don’t write songs like that again”

Play me one more for the broken hearts
For the poets, for the late-night starts
For the lovers who still dare to care
In the last piano bar somewhere
Oh, play it soft, play it true
For the ghosts who sing along with you

I play for tips and broken dreams
For whispered lies and second schemes
And somewhere in the sound I find
The better parts I left behind

The keys grow tired, the crowd moves on
But music stays when life is gone
It fills the cracks the years create
And hums that love can’t come too late

Play me one more for the broken hearts
For the poets, for the late-night starts
For the lovers who still dare to care
In the last piano bar somewhere
Oh, play it soft, play it true
For the ghosts who sing along with you

And now let the record spin again
Four friends, one song, and no amen
Just the echo through the stars
From the last piano bar


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