Текст песни Stories in the wind - Струны души

Take their hands on the strings of my soul,
Play on it what I wanted to say to me.
And may begin to sound the notes on it,
Who does not play and no one sang.

   In the silence of the so-nimble fingers,
   The strings are soft and tender.
   Disclose its secrets,
   At the sound of letting live.

You hear a melody pouring heart,
You cleverly play with my soul.
She will once again sing the song,
About eternity, about the strangeness about the fact that he lives.

   In the silence of the so-nimble fingers,
   The strings are soft and tender.
   Disclose its secrets,
   At the sound of letting live.

   In the silence of the so-nimble fingers,
   The strings are soft and tender.
   Disclose its secrets,
   At the sound of letting live.

Tales of strange harmony,
The songs are sweet mouth
Not love, not just a friendship. . .
The thread, history, destiny. . .