Текст песни Ирина АЛЛЕГРОВА, Игорь ТАЛЬКОВ - В ЧЕТЫРЕ РУКИ

IN FOUR HANDS (duet with Igor TALKOV)

music by David Tukhmanov, lyrics by Boris Dubrovin

Those old notes where beauty sleeps
Then gilding flashed like fire.
How long they languished in silence,
They probably dreamed of the days gone by.
Smiles in the light of the wrong moon
And the shaky and decrepit ringing of silence,
Approaching steps, moth's flight,
And the smell of lilacs from afar.

How the sounds melted somewhere
Our best years.
I will not forget this. I won't forget this
Nowhere, never. Nowhere, never.
Nowhere ...

You opened the old notes at random
And fingers along the keys slide freely.
And the sounds woke up in the midnight shadow
And as if the days gone by have returned.
And the reflections of the light of the wrong moon
And the shaky and decrepit ringing of silence,
And the lilac flame and all the moths
Everyone plays with us with four hands.

How the sounds melted somewhere
Our best years.
I will not forget this. I won't forget this
Nowhere, never. Nowhere, never.

How the sounds melted somewhere
Our best years.
I will not forget this. I won't forget this
Nowhere, never. Nowhere, never.
Nowhere, never.