Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say
(Scorpions, Wind of Change)
It won’t ever happen, these tunes are so different to be able to merge. They have the same meaning, but it doesnt matter because we make our own meaning. And as much as I don’t intend to demean what you mean, I just wish, our tunes and strings would be the same.
I’ll keep stringing my guitar, some day your balalaika will hear the remorse, someday you will find it in your heart to know that words fail me, and my tune is the same that you wish to hear.