The keys of the piano
Are making the sounds of summer
Like flower petals tremble in the wind
In its musical gammas.
I am dancing, I am dreaming,
Flying to unforgettable places,
Listening to calling voices,
Remembering loving faces.
The keys of the piano
Are making the winter sound,
When in a quiet evening
Snow falls down to the ground.
The keys of the piano
Bring me so close to nature,
I can feel their magic power,
It appeals to me like an adventure.
To the last cell of my body
I dissolve in this waltz of music,
To become more independent.
I don't need any excuses.
The keys of the piano
Black and white, white and black
Like swans' feathers
Bring me peace and calmness
and enjoyment more than ever.
piano keys
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