Текст песни А.Инютин - Н.Инютина запись 2009г. - Музыка

MUSIC

I do not have more dangerous deception,
Than the beauty of those nasty keys,
What, having stopped suddenly to be dumb,
Take per soul, and then
Them, froze, I will listen to
They have their own heart opening
And there is no worse then trouble me
Than this beauty.
How the soul is clean,
When serial sounds,
Softening, float to the sky
And it dissolves slowly.
Beautiful hands of a pianist;
More beautiful than these hands
There is nothing. I believe blindly
What the soul is cleared.
But it's only echoes
Unknown, beautiful life,
What is resurrected in dreams. And in fairy tales.
Dreams. Legends. And in paradise.
There sky copper vitriol
So overwhelmingly radiative!
Sustained alloy of singing colors
I find out in the sounds of these.

Natalia Inyutina