It's Not Too Late

I was very excited about our high school reunion at the end of this month - it's been since ages that I haven't seen my class mates. An hour ago, I heard that one of them has passed away. She was the one I liked most.

Yet another friend in Switzerland a couple of months ago, who was always smiling, laughing, happy in life, dropping honey even on the most bitter hearts. Another girl of my age in Budapest who also used to be a dancer and who left two teen daughters behind. Four other musician friends also play the violin somewhere in the sky, since not a very long time. Three of them were not-so-old Hungarian Gypsies from Transylvania, played for my first wedding, years back. The forth one was a boy in Budapest who sometimes was accompanying our dance group for the rehearsals and performances.

These couple of words are written to them.


IT'S NOT TOO LATE


You've gone away -
When will I see you?
Where will I find you?
Now that you are far away.
Tell me that it's not too late.


I might have hurt you,
I might have not taken good care of you,
I might have not given you
Everything I've meant to.
But tell me that it's not too late.


I remember when we talked,
I remember when we laughed,
I remember when we sang,
As two very good friends.
Tell me that it's not too late.


I was on my way,
You were on your way,
Sometimes worlds apart
But always in my heart.
Tell me that it's not too late.


When you'll come back
I will be the happiest
To embrace you on my chest
'Cause you are the best.
And I know it's not too late.

- Andrea Gerak

Update (6 Jan 2009): I found a video with a few of the musicians I mentioned here:



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