Текст песни
Play on me, please, my soul is singing low
With the magic touch of your hands, I know
I’ll start to sound, in shades of breath I’ll grow
And fill the world around with music’s glow
The neck was broken, glue is still so wet
It hasn’t healed to how it used to be
But still, I want it more, I can’t forget
To hear at last that very first sigh free
I’m tuned already to the purest tone
That pours the scales of endless tenderness
With the magic touch of your hands alone
Your soul, that lives as music, I confess
There’s no false note in how I crave your love
Seeking the harmony in our breath entwined
In one sweet melody, from deep above
To reach our souls, with walls all left behind
I’m tuned already to the purest tone
That pours the scales of endless tenderness
With the magic touch of your hands alone
Your soul, that lives as music, I confess
