Singer and Woodpecker

Through the forest, stumbling from fatigue,
Hungry Singer wandered with an old guitar,
He sang about love and all kinds of dreams,
But only gloomy trees listened to these songs.

Suddenly, Woodpecker looked out of the branches
And turned to Singer sincerely, as to an old friend:
"Listen to me, you are an inexperienced performer,
Your songs are slow and not energetic at all."




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"But I sing sad love songs," - objected Singer.
"What difference does it make what you sing about,
If no one is listening to you?
Music should have passion, movement and fire!
Now I'll set the rhythm, and you tune in, sing along."

Having said this, Woodpecker began to drum on tree,
And it turned out so amazingly nicely,
That Singer really began to play along.

At the sound of a cheerful melody,
Spectators began to leave the forest,
As if they were just hiding behind the trees.

When Singer finished singing the first song,
The audience immediately demanded the following,
And Woodpecker began to beat his beak
On the tree so rhythmically,
That Singer seemed to have no choice.

The performance dragged on until late in the evening,
And next day, audience gathered right in the morning.
Singer did not even imagine that he was so popular.
Since then, he and Woodpecker have been inseparable.
Both bought themselves luxurious suits, like Elvis,
Both got fat and addicted to alcohol,
And also speed dates with unfamiliar girls,
That was always in abundance at any festival.

However, Singer had to forget about love songs,
Woodpecker rapped out dance tunes all the time,
And even at free performances, no one wanted to listen
Songs about touching love and various deep sufferings.

Once Singer tried to talk about it with Woodpecker,
But friend warned that he would kick him out of band.
Since then, Singer no longer reminded about lyric songs.
For a while he felt miserable and lonely,
And even googled what gun Kurt Cobain had,
But things did not go beyond desperate thoughts.
Soon the thoughts disappeared too,
A good, well-fed old age was approaching.



The original text was written by me in Russian. I haven't studied English systematically so the translation may not be ideal. The main work was done by Google Translate, I just corrected obvious absurdities, where I noticed them and where I did not confuse them with brilliant insights.