Hidden behind half-open doors,
I know your voice, I loved it...
I feel betrayal, at my fingertips,
hitting every keys of an out of tune piano.
I know it's the piece we loved...
The moon touches, my hopes rekindled,
at sound of a forgotten piano.
I know you said it well.
Ecstatic reminiscences are only opinions...
[English translation:]< br/>Hidden behind ajar doors,
I know it is your voice I have loved...
I feel the betrayal, in my fingertips,
hitting all the keys of an un-tuned piano.
I know it is the piece of music we loved...
The moon gropes my revived hopes
under the sound of a forgotten piano.
I know you said it quite well,
Ecstatic memories are nothing more than just opinions...