Еля Кириллова - Без озноба - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Music: Anton Batagov - Letter from Sergei Rachmaninov to Ludovico Einaudi from the piano cycle “Selected Letters of Sergei Rachmaninov”

And the virus, and the bacillus, and the microbe,

And a psycho-linguistic intruder.

But the wind doesn't give me chills.

Shellless degenerate.

And a wave rippling along the river.

And the pianist writes to Rachmaninoff

A letter from nowhere to nowhere.

The bridges are being raised. And fog on the roofs.

And the boundaries that Mannerheim created,

And forts, once impregnable,

Demilitarized in a day.

The soldiers were transferred to the reserve.

And fate flows like small beads

From the line of an open palm.

Rachmaninov will sound a chord

Already today in a high-speed carriage.