Maria Yudina

No, I'm not, no, I'm not Maria Yudina
I don't have a revolver at the bottom of my bag, no bass clef
And yet, and yet, I hear the hammers
So often, so often there on the piano

No, I'm not, no, I'm not Maria Yudina

I have no rhapsody, no symphony at my fingertips
And I hear and I hear the hammers tapping
So often, so often there on the piano

No, I'm not, no, I'm not Maria Yudina
No, I'm not, no, I'm not Maria Yudina

Alone, the eye of the night, or destiny
That it chose, that protects her, that plunges her into this spell
In another life or all its mornings
Audacity rises and struggles
Fugue is there at my fingertips

No, I'm not, no, I'm not Maria Yudina

From mystery to iron teeth
Always the first to keep the faith
And I hear, and I hear the hammers tapping
The resilient accents thanks to her piano
And I hear, and I hear the hammers tapping
The resilient accents thanks to her piano