Band playing pieces of life through lyrics and musical
rhythms, their minds putting them together, placing
their boots into patterns and signs of measures in
wonder filled music.
An equality that music does bring about distinctly with-
out even raising an eyebrow in turn, a lively and vivid
time here at Stingers.
Listening to Cold Front Band as it gently takes everyone
onto the dance floor closing the doors behind them, be-
cause no one wants to go home, they're all having way
too much fun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem