WsW - Пианист
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Classics of French nights
Candle game, basement, swords' whistles
The draft flew in
The darkness, upset piano, dragged wax on steel
I watched the twilight from my eyes, the guy grew up
Unlike everyone, Albino inside,
It doesn't matter from the outside. Same
Cold, it's cold, streets, streets,
Dog barking, year after year, for May May, paradise far
Note behind the note, the head was harsh
To, re, mi, f
The gates are open, but where?
Cities, people, gray everyday life
One -abandoned
Someone did not remember did not know did not cover the table
But he played so dreary, but in love
On black and white chopping, slept and saw
These motives, from late, to early, then Forto
Then the piano, with sounds healed wounds
In nirvana with notes, he flew along the lanes
The smell of rolls, high roofs, silhouette of the tower
Everything is like in a fairy tale and fun and scary!

Fried sky, rain
Clouds, crying later, the north of the ocean, thunder struck
The waves of drunk, England, icy sand are raging
Few colors, the bass surrounding sounds is jerking off
Breathes deep, he alone is calm, a warrior, against himself
A beard, wiping his eyes with knotted fingers, walked forward,
An empty stomach roars, still goes, but where?
A strong wave beats on the stones, washing the tracks behind him,
All the troubles, the poor of the soul, is sickening, it seems cold, but stuffy
Scary, white shirt, tailcoat, Beethoven's head, bang,
Twist pirouettes notes, cold inside
Dirty boots soaked to the thread are torn off all tags!
Not an ode of a piece of paper, there is nothing, only the moment lived
Went somewhere, forgetting nowhere about hunger, cold, looking for answers
Mushrooms, everything was spinning, stunned moans
Shouting crows like a nightmare
He fell and got up again, darkened and darkened
He was found, he slept!

Opening his eyes, white ceiling, robes
The ward is full of people, turn of fate,
Sounds, yellow circles, eyes poured by fright
All around the head, throwing everyone with a crazy look
I have not seen nearby when so many people
I forgot how to say where he himself came from! I thought that a dream
They did not hear about him, did not know, tried to ask, talk, scream
Noise, gestures, lips
The faces are numb, creaking teeth!
But he was silent!
He was given a pencil, paper to write
I told a little!
Not noticing surprise, perplexity of faces!
Seeing no boundaries, he painted something
And then everyone hit everyone in the back
Languages ​​are numb, to the last detail
He portrayed the piano
Clay in the mouth
Not a spirit not a will, feeling pain
As if he had come to life when he saw a piano
Fingers touched the keys
Like calcium white, began to play
Everyone has lost her speechless
Flashlights were bent, candles burned out
But he played
Malicating their parables
Silent
In the notes poured out the torment of the soul
Black and white keys, black and white tail
From a genius, to a madman there is only one step!