Текст песни Анна Снегина - Руки летят по клавишам

Posted by: Dmitry Ostankov

Hands fly by keys.
I play the last note.
My friend yesterday was played.
Yes, and I have a loop at the time.

What is my joy that I am grief?
Is this all stupid bustle?
And I know that somewhere there is a sea.
I know it somewhere there.

There everyone lives differently
They don't know boredom
Datty days.
They don't know that bitch
They do not know about it.

They are not familiar not sadness, not longing
They do not understand the depression full days.
Having said that the "fool" will twist at the wraver.
"About suicide you think not even dare."

Hands fly by keys.
I play the last note.
My friend yesterday was played.
Yes, and I have a loop at the time.