The Old Pianist

(перевод песни гр."Воскресение" - "Музыкант")

The pianist came, took off his coat and put it on the chair,
Set straight his tie with trembling hand, and combed his greyish hair.
Will you, please, sit little closer, and listen to his piano,
If, of course, you didn't drink too much.

It will tell you many stories, 'bout life and death,
Unending hatred and immortal love;
It will show you past and future - have a little faith -
And you'll hear all of that, the visions from above.

The days go by, we don't have time to stop and look around.
If there was meaning in our lives, it's lost and can't be found.
But the keys of this old piano will strike strings in your heart,
If, of course, you didn't drink too much.

They will tell you many stories, 'bout life and death,
Unending hatred and immortal love;
They will show you past and future - have a little faith -
And you'll hear all of that, the visions from above.

The piano's old, it's seen too much of pain and despair...
The man stood up, undid his tie to breathe a little air.
Then he went out into the darkness, and he didn't say goodbye,
As if he'd drunk a bit too much tonight.

But the music stayed behind him: listen, and you'll hear
A faint melody, almost lost in crowd.
It's still telling same old stories, 'bout the things so dear,
The things we want so much, but dare not say aloud...