Текст песни Александр Матюхин - В. Набоков. Все окна открыв, опустив занавески...

All windows open, dropping the curtains,
     you're the piano in the hall said: Live!
     As the wings of light in the darkness and shine
     began to move your hands.

     Under the left - prayer rang timidly,
     under the law - the response appeared wavy,
     Keys for keys, then black, then white,
     ringing, he sank for a moment.

     The lid of the ebb shone,
     and your hand, reflected there,
     like pale butterfly gently worn
     on the black and white colors.

     The sights and sounds of the hill in the dark, and in a blaze,
     and murmuring climbing and whisper ran,
     and the night wind blowing curtains
     and starry sky admitted.