Текст песни Владислав Шпильман - Пианист

I do not find myself places. Too believed that it is, and now, when this place did not become, no one suits me. In the ring of his hands, next to him at the monitor, in the corner of his drawings, in his heart, in his life. An obvious way out - looking for a place not in someone else's place, but in your own life. But it does not exist yet - without him.

Smile always, my love ...