Игорь Филиппенков - А жизнь как клавиши
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I don't build houses, I don't paint pictures
I'm an ordinary guy from the city
With a song, a guitar and an old car
I walk through life, honest and simple

The quiet rustle of drops, the howl of a January blizzard
The sound of rain and wind and sea surf
Everything is in a pattern of melodies, I will weave it in lace
So that songs would float across the land to us again

And life is like keys, all black and white
Play a melody - not necessary no
I touch them gently, with a skillful hand
And they give me sounds, they respond

I am silent, in life, I don’t waste my words
And inside is a romantic, but inside is a poet
I will fill the music with bright poetry
An unquenchable light will pour out in song

I didn’t build palaces, I didn’t strive for power
All my wealth is songs and friends
I learned to believe in love and friendship
Fills me with happiness, my music

And life is like keys, all black and white
Play a melody - not necessary no
I touch them gently, with a skillful hand
And they give me sounds, they respond

And life is like keys, all black and white
Play a melody - not necessary no
I touch them gently, with a skillful hand
And they give me sounds, they respond

And life is like keys, all black and white
Play a melody - not necessary no
I touch them gently, with a skillful hand
And they give me sounds, they respond