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On the golden hills of France
Where the vineyards merge
With lavender sea
On the lake among the tall forests
In the alleys it's raining ..
And the sad passer-by sings
About the fact that love in his heart lives ....

The house has many rooms
And a white grand piano stands against the wall
Yesterday he received his sight at midnight
About that that is no longer afraid of the love of silence

And slowly the air flows
In those summer days near Paris
Chopin quietly prays to the Virgin Mary
About what in paradise wants to merge with the melody

On the golden courtyard the heavenly gate
Will open the land
The king, that is more true than all the plump ...
And the melody of the lightning flashes from the sky
That on Earth with Chopin forget yourself
......
On white alleys winter walks ..
And spring treads
Sing about the love of all relatives of the heart
And in the stone maiden oozes a tear .....