Текст песни Кузьма Скрябин - Соло

We are on the ground like the keys to a piano
Someone is flat and some are sharp, but in the end we are each
Someone has a white key and someone has a fake, dirty, black note
Someone will always be in favor and someone will definitely be against

Refrain:
Sometimes it's like you want to play solo
Find the power in one string soon
Sometimes that's what you want, you want
Find the power in one string

And someone came up with us saying that the white keys are a little more
And the black ones above them are easier to grasp with your finger
And so we live in seven octaves, the master presses on the pedal
Who is the lord between us, who is missing, the performance is long, let's go on

Refrain

We are little hammers
We are piano pieces
We play a million tunes
We beat the strings with our bodies

Refrain