Sat klavira [English translation]

All the beautiful things which we learn

So they would last with us and live with us

I learned as a child in your house

Still standing white in the middle of the coastwalk

Timidly, beside the piano, I was

Watching like many bedazzled with your fingers

And you didn't know, harsh as you were,

That all the strings inside me are trembling too

Second floor, next to the port

Music still lasts like a butterfly's flight

As I looked at your white hands -.

Was I listening to the heart or the sound of the piano?

Next to a silent lamp, your voice was

A mistery to me, the glow of the yellow velvet

Like the drops of the morning in a bright waterfall

Like mild September in the shadow of rains

I still remember the piano against the wall

And the vintage air on the porcelain

And how often because of pure shame

I hid sweat on my palm from you

When tones would spill around the apartment

Like gentle flowers against the smell of plaster

All that I owe my early childhood was

Created by your side with four hands

Does the house still keep the same smell

And do other treasure your words

Does that time counts for you

On the wall clock with the help of a key