Текст песни олеголегович - Этюды Черни

Sketches of Czerny

Sketches of Czerny played in millions of hands,
fall on the stave of history
revolutionary symphony.
Beethoven's disciples build a new world
deaf from machine noise,
blind from the fire in which the steel shackles were hardened,
dumb from the meaninglessness of words
rebelled and played upset on their instruments
mobile sketches -
the music of my poems
the harmony of my evening fantasies
in which the pearl age,
and around the 17th year,
but unfortunately not at all.
Why is he?
No one can answer me why he is.