An old man with his fiddle

I once met an old man,
with a fiddle.
He was playing in the streets,
he always quibbled.
I once met an old man,
playing on and play a lot.
Full songs, or operas,
inventing his own plots.

He was playing on his fiddle,
pretty fast but still accurate.
This man was one of the most amazing,
people I had ever met.

The old fiddle,
was quiet worn.
It was nothing more than,
a wood and a look of an ancient horn.

He was playing on his fiddle,
pretty fast but still accurate.
This man was one of the most amazing,
people I had ever met.

I once met an old man,
with a fiddle.
He was playing in the streets,
he always quibbled.
And this man one day,
had never came.
And now the streets,
are not the same.

He was playing on his fiddle,
pretty fast but still accurate.
This man was one of the most amazing,
people I had ever met.

What a man, what a fiddle,
did the old man with the fiddle had…