Rapsody

I put my fingers on the strings.
And now my soul spreads it's wings.
I put my fingers on the strings...
I put my fingers on the strings...

The sound is born inside my heart,
And from my strings it comes apart.
I put my fingers on the strings
And let my soul to spread the wings...

The sound is near, the sound is warm
It turns my sleeping feelings on
It makes me smile, it makes me cry
I'm sure it will never lie...

I take your soul, I take your breath...
Now we are free in jingling mess.
Our world comes silent, still and warm,
No wind, no cold, no evil, no thorn...

Just touch my soul and see my life.
You know, I know - we have no time.
And feel my soul! And live my life!
No time to live, it's lime to die...

Now we're the one in jingling world,
But tell no one - the world is cold.
It takes our love, it takes our warmth.
Keep secret close, keep secret close...

You must to listen, you must to wait.
We're here now to help on way:
To show you light when round is dark.
Just wait to us, just listen us...

Now take your bow and crash your strings
You keep our life on fingertips
There is no joke, there is no farce
We live our lives - you're playing us...

I feel that you're my broken heart.
I feel it's pain when we're apart.
So give me birth on fingertips
And crash your bow upon the strings.