For some you were a tramp
For few a shooting star
I wish I knew you at all
But now I'll never know
Your clocked stopped ticking too soon
Your suitcase is all alone
No more sounds of banjo
In hot summer nights
For twenty years
You gave your heart to the world
Piece by piece, bit by bit
No the time came, to take it all back
I salute you Chief
Your tribe will miss you
They will collect dist
And lay forgotten
For few a shooting star
I wish I knew you at all
But now I'll never know
Your clocked stopped ticking too soon
Your suitcase is all alone
No more sounds of banjo
In hot summer nights
For twenty years
You gave your heart to the world
Piece by piece, bit by bit
No the time came, to take it all back
I salute you Chief
Your tribe will miss you
They will collect dist
And lay forgotten
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This is dedicated to one of the greatest street musicians to ever grace this earth, his name was Uģis Dravinieks, but most people knew him as a Chief, because he simultaneously played many instruments, his playing was a silent symbol to generation, and will never be forgotten, he went away too soon.
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