In a quiet corner of the streets is the old cafe. A few tables are outside. There is a manat at one of these tables.He is very respectable kind and listens to a young street musician who plays accordion nearby. He found himself in this young musician. and drowning in the sounds,the man remembered all his life: when he is just playing in the street….. his first victory on the big stage… he remembered his first love…. his first loss … now the whole entire life is almost behind the eyes …. young and old musicians met and at that moment they both seemed: I was him.

A romantic accordion based track, with a mood of nostalgia and old Paris.

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