Текст песни '''''Robin Alciatore - '''''Moonlight Sonata

Sounds rolled from the keys into tears.
The great sorrow sounded tender
Calm too, too calm
To be the sadness of windy separation.
Rather, it was the sadness of hope.
And their hands froze over the piano ...
Well, what are you, Maestro, everything is as before!
And the moon cried in mortal agony.
He will soon stop hearing sounds ...
With ears, but not with heart ... Everything is as before!