Текст песни Ирина Аллегрова - Маэстро

Opened piano, and waits for the keyboard
that whose fingers touched her
Who can so easily and calm and storm
Lovely make your music.

Let the scene fool the spotlights,
Shinnote the altitude of yours.
We become over the years,
And the music does the kind.

Maestro, I ask you to piano
And turn away the music of sadness.
I know my native, you are tired,
But your grand piano cannot live without music.

You play forte or drunk
But the sounds of life is born.
Piano die oddly enough
From sounds, which is called silence.

Maestro, Maestro, I ask you to piano
And turn away the music of sadness.
I know my native, I know you are tired,
But your grand piano cannot live without music.