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My little band.
Words: Okudzhava B.
When all of a sudden
Still a vague voice.,
Words like hawks.,
Fall from hot lips.
Melody, like a rain random,
Rattles and wanders among people,
My little band
Running love.
My little band
Running love.
In years of separation, in years of turmoil,
When lead rains
Beat so on our backs,
Don't expect leniency.
And the commanders were all hoarse,
Then he commanded the people
My little band
Running love.
My little band
Running love.
The clarinet is broken, the trumpet is dented,
Bassoon, like the old staff erased,
The seams on the drum are splintered,
But the clarinetist is handsome as hell.
The flutist, as the young Prince is graceful,
And in perpetual collusion with people
My little band
Running love.
My little band
Running love.
The author's project of our creative Union with her husband. The carpenter artist=the inspiration twice!
The impetus for the creation of this unique thing was the song of Bulat Okudzhava, and to help me as an artist came the old Italian tiles of the 17th century, on which I made exact copies. Tiles are painted with overglaze paints, passed several firing at 780gr.
My husband made the table on his own, only he knew the practices and completely on the old technologies of furniture manufacturing.
Snugly settled each tile in its place, painting in the edging of the panels, a little aging, and.... orchestra sounded!!!!
As usual post a lot of photos of create table and views in various angles and lighting points -
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Table for sale. A single instance, the result of irresistible inspiration!