Dangit, I can't find the Snow translation online, so I'm going to have to try this from memory.
Strange violin, do you follow me?
In how many distant cities before this
Did your lonely night speak to mine?
Do thousands play you? Does only one?
Are there in all the great cities those who, without you,
Would have long since lost themselves in the rivers?
And why does it always reach me?
Why am I always the neighbor of those who force you
From fear to sing, and to say out loud
Life is heavier than the weight of all things.
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