As you go down under the elevator,
In the underground to take the subway,
You can see them, can even listen to them,
If you have the time, that is,
But usually people are in a hurry.
These two cupreous gentlemen,
With their guitars, they sing all day.
An open box in front of them, with copper coins scattered.
Not accepting notes, just happy with coins,
Even though it won't be enough, they smile at every passerby.
Today though a lady, stops and chats with these cupreous gentlemen,
They are smiling and feel so merry,
Joyous at a chance of interaction.
She gives them a gold coin,
They haven't even seen it before,
Both stopped playing and look at each other,
Awestruck,
Not knowing what to say,
Passers by stop too.
Things they don't get to see every day,
A young girl, starts clapping,
Everyone joins in,
The cupreous gentlemen are feeling overwhelmed,
Being gracious, saying thanks to everyone.
And they start playing a happy tune,
With their guitars and lyrics,
Everyone is happy, some here and there,
Dancing some steps.
These cupreous gentlemen,
Became the talk of town.