Дмитрий Белянин - A Typing Student (recited by the author) | Текст песни

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His fingers wait. Their show shall soon begin.
 The judge is strict, with prizes set precisely.
 No room for whim. A lot he’s yet to win.
 His fingers at a concert, dancing nicely.

 The keyboard feels fast motions very well
 Mistakes he makes, she'll tattle to all viewers.
 In stress, eyes swell, but he knows how to spell.
 The pattern changes, extra minutes fewer.

 The timer mutes its melody so soon.
 The dance is done with grace. So great, it's graded
 No flowers find his hands this afternoon,
 Yet what an “A” had he today created!

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