James Franko - Другой - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Here is the piano. The keyboard begins and ends. The keys are only 88. They are not endless. You are endless, and endless the music that you extract from the keys. I like it, the only way I can live. And so I go down the ladder and see an endless number of keys. Millions and billions! And they have no end and edge! And if the keyboard is endless, you cannot create music on it. You did not sit for your piano, this is the piano of God ... thousands of streets. It’s just that your head goes around! How can you choose one street? One woman? One house? One piece of land? One landscape outside the window and one path to death?