200 note [English translation]

The room..the window...

A tidied-up bed..the mirror

Where there is still your reflection.

The memory now is just

The piano without voice

That the more plays, the more I don't hear its notes...

And suddenly in the silence my thought

Is flying towards that photo.

My hands are cold and

Black long hair is on the shoulders.

I bit awkward lips are whispering:

Don't look at me, don't stop.

Skin to skin...your smile.

Words were not necessary.

I still remember that feeling

When the sun was setting down

And there were 200 notes in the room.

Every life meets in time

Its own destiny,

Even a moment touches gently,

And perhaps it's true:

All what you carry inside

It is always what you could not have nearby

And that's why I am covering up tracks

Of a very far memory.

My hands are cold and

Black long hair is on the shoulders.

I bit awkward lips are whispering:

Don't look at me, don't stop.

Skin to skin...your smile.

Words were not necessary.

I still remember that feeling

When the sun was setting down

And there were 200 notes in the room.

My hands are cold and

Black long hair is on the shoulders.

I bit awkward lips are whispering:

Don't look at me, don't stop.

Skin to skin...your smile.

Words were not necessary.

I still remember that feeling

When the sun was setting down

And there were 200 notes in the room.

And life goes away like this and its way

In balance between regret and remorse

And we stay to cure the peaces of hearts

Because we are the blood which flows and makes up love.

The past is the past and there is nothing to do,

You can lose it and look for it

In these nights, so empty

And there are 200 notes in the room.