Alice Cooper - Earwigs To Eternity

“What do you want, dona Baltasar?” - said one of them. “My heart sensed! .. They explained to me, but I did not believe everything.” This man just can't play like that. I myself heard him hundreds of times in the church of St. Bartholomew - although the priest drove him out of there - and only plugged his ears ... Yes, look at his face, this is a mirror of the soul ... As I remember our poor little maestro Peres, when he went on Christmas night choirs, striking us with their play ... What a kind smile, what a blush! It was old, but it looked like a true angel ... But this one hobbles, hurries, as if the dogs are chasing him, and smells of it like a corpse. What can I say ... Believe me, Dona Baltasar, believe me - I feel, something is unclean here ...