My soul is a note from the piano,
Can you hear the sound from the black keys?
My soul is an unpresentable composition,
The pianist cannot hide it.
A new piece is about to start,
A new row, a new treble clef…
I lock my emotions in a lower octave…
Lower…
An lower...
I cannot go up…
My soul is a note from the piano,
Can you hear the sound from the white keys?
This time I play the forbidden triton,
Three times – this is me.
My soul is a note from the piano,
I play with all the keys,
You can hear the chaos,
And then can you hear the base
Until I close the lid…
I am going to play this song again someday,
The melody I wrote for me…
