Рarting or zero once again,
You, Play Chopin.
Forte is happiness, piano is pain.
For the soul to sing.
For that to fly, for that to rush
Like a rhythm, a semitone.
For to come true, for come to pass,
The peace above our home.
You will be back, promise me, to play Chopin.
You will be back, promise me, to play...
But just the void outside the window
The piano keys are broken
But the love that is forbidden
Is still not forgotten by me.
Let's just inside the heart, just barely.
Like a childish insult.
You will be back, promise, to play for me...