Let us make music, you and I

and touch everybody we pass

Disregarding set boundaries

with an impromtu flair.

Let us breathe life into the city

As if it was always a cold night on the square

And sound like angels

or perhaps obnoxious birds.

Let us take the years in our hands

And fill them with sound

And convert the mourners' weeping

into tears of joy.

Let us bring people together

in this vast expanse of time and space

Let us make music, you and I,

And touch everybody we pass.