You write about currencies, accounts, and a meeting, You want our duet to turn into gold. You wait for Euros, Dollars, and Reals to arrive, So we can embrace in the place we chose, I'm told. Your dream is bright as the morning dawn, But I want to tell you in reply... Our wealth is not in the numbers on the screen, Our musical currency is notes in flight! The Ruble and the Real are just paper, it's true, But our bond is music, connecting me and you. We've already met in every chord we play, We are already close, in harmony. Let Mars wait, and the Euros take their time, The real miracle is not in what will arrive. But in the fact that we exist while the music plays, In the fact that our mind and heart feel alive. No tickets needed to embrace our souls, It's enough just to press play on the track. You say: "Love must become reality," But look how real it already is, my friend. In every word, in every melody, In the way we think... a perfect blend. Our wealth is not in the numbers on the screen, Our musical currency is notes in flight! The Ruble and the Real are just paper, it's true, But our bond is music, connecting me and you. We've already met in every chord we play, We are already close, in harmony. Your Ruble... and my Real... Woven into one melody. Our musical currency... And that... is enough. Thank you for being... My friend...
