I've recorded both the accompaniment as well as the vocal line with a steinway baby grand piano. This is such a neat song, and the words are so quirky! Originally a polish poem. I had a lot of fun playing this song.
In the evening as far as the eye can see,
herds of black pianos
up to their knees in the mire as they listen to the frogs
They gurgle in water with chords of rapture
They are entranced by froggish, moonish spontaneity
After the vacation,
They cause scandals in a concert hall during the artistic milking
Suddenly, they lie down like cows
Looking with indifference at the white flowers of the audience
At the gesticulating of the ushers
Black pianos, black pianos
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