KMFDM - Ganja Rock

In anger, vowing to shoot him for this riot, I hurried back to the hall. The bell rang again. It was a signal to blow. They waited on the stage. In this fateful moment, I saw only one way to save the play. I grabbed the tool, took the thin end in my mouth and blew it with all my might. But in vain - in response there was no sound. I felt sick from the tension; polished copper slid out of my sweaty hands. The bell again persistently broke the destructive silence. Then I squeezed the cornet, as if in a vise, took in air, pressed the mouthpiece to my lips so that even my teeth ached, and spat in frenzy. There was a deafening roar. My eardrums nearly burst; crystal pendants rang on the chandelier; hats fell from the hanger; I squeezed my palms cracked in pain with my palms, and then the soldier is so pale,as if a trumpet voice aroused him on the Day of the Last Judgment, he staggered out of the hall and appeared before the eyes of the amazed guests who poured out onto the stairs.