Strong rough hands seized the shiny wood   Carried her on stage and there she stood   Every time when she performed   The audience smiled or cried   But after years of cheers and fame   Her sound got old and died      Na, na, na, na   Na, na, na , na      Strong rough hands seized the shabby wood   Took here there, where she would stay for good   Her study was her destiny   Children used to say   You are still a queen for us   So teach us how to play      Na, na, na, na   Na, na, na , na