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

No, I am not, no, I am not Maria Yudina

I don't have a rhapsody, no symphony at my fingertips
And I hear, and I hear the hammers hitting
So often, so often there on the piano

No, I am not, no, I am not Maria Yudina
No, I am not, no, I am not Maria Yudina

Only, the eye of the night, or perhaps fate
That he chose, that protects her, that plunges her into this spell
In another life or all her mornings
Boldness stands up and struggles
The fugue is there at the fingertips

No, I am not, no, I am not Maria Yudina
From the mystery with iron teeth
Always the first to keep the faith

And I hear, and I hear the hammers hitting
The resistant accents thanks to her piano

And I hear, and I hear the hammers hitting
The resistant accents thanks to her piano

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