Текст песни Мария Юхманкова - Клавиши

The keys echoed in the midnight voice
Quiet spring crazy time
The walls grew old, sighing for help
The music faded, faded, but believed.
The sounds of the piano merged into hugs
Wild ivy on the ancient ruins.
Blurred engraving trying to understand you.
Time, whom did you leave behind?
Pride stained glass to smithereens notes,
Rebirth to smithereens of gray columns.
Music pours under the ancient vaults
A symbol of faith in my redemption.
The fate of immortality is eternal youth,
Memory waltzes in dusty halls.
There is no rain, no crystal cold ...
Music, what didn't it tell me then?
The keys echo arrogantly to the constellations,
Chords are pouring in silent columns.
Memory, what is retribution for me? ...
The air is compressed into a cardboard box.
The keys echoed in the midnight voice
The quiet spring of a crazy time.
Sighing again, about God? About help?
I laugh again - I once believed.