РИСУЯ МЕЛОМ НА СТЕНЕ/DRAWING WITH CHALK ON THE WALL
melodic full acoustic hard rock grunge minor ballads performance featuring a single steel-string acoustic guitar and a male vocal, The guitar playing is characterized by aggressive, rhythmic strumming with a percussive quality, utilizing open chords and a fast, driving 4/4 tempo, The vocal delivery is gritty, passionate, and slightly unpolished, typical of a live outdoor setting, with a mid-range baritone timbre that occasionally breaks into a shout for emphasis, The melody is simple and repetitive, following a folk-style progression that emphasizes the natural resonance of the guitar, The recording has a lo-fi, live ambiance with natural background noise, capturing the authentic feel of a street or park performance without any studio effects or post-processing dark atmosphere
РИСУЯ МЕЛОМ НА СТЕНЕ/DRAWING WITH CHALK ON THE WALL
melodic full acoustic hard rock grunge minor ballads performance featuring a single steel-string acoustic guitar and a male vocal, The guitar playing is characterized by aggressive, rhythmic strumming with a percussive quality, utilizing open chords and a fast, driving 4/4 tempo, The vocal delivery is gritty, passionate, and slightly unpolished, typical of a live outdoor setting, with a mid-range baritone timbre that occasionally breaks into a shout for emphasis, The melody is simple and repetitive, following a folk-style progression that emphasizes the natural resonance of the guitar, The recording has a lo-fi, live ambiance with natural background noise, capturing the authentic feel of a street or park performance without any studio effects or post-processing dark atmosphere
Lyrics
Translation of the text into English below
[Verse]
Приходит время - уйти.
С нуля, всё сначала - начать.
Кому - то с тобой - по пути.
А где - то - погасла свеча.
Отбрось все сомненья свои,
В долине белых снегов.
В книге жизни, у крайней главы,
Продолжение следует вновь.
[Bridge]
Внооовь...
[Chorus]
Рисуя мелом на стене домов пустых.
Мир напополам твой разделив. Мотив,
Свободы наполняет всё вокруг, мой друг.
Так просто стать другим, но - замкнут круг. Вдруг.
Так просто стать другим, но - замкнут круг...
[verse]
Не стоит бежать от себя,
Напрасно теряясь в толпе.
Нам - ворох листвы бытия,
В симфонии сентябрьских дней.
[Bridge]
Днееей...
[Chorus]
Рисуя мелом на стене домов пустых.
Мир напополам твой разделив. Мотив,
Свободы наполняет всё вокруг, мой друг.
Так просто стать другим, но - замкнут круг. Вдруг.
Так просто стать другим, но - замкнут круг...
[Guitar solo]
[Chorus]
Рисуя мелом на стене домов пустых.
Мир напополам твой разделив. Мотив,
Свободы наполняет всё вокруг, мой друг.
Так просто стать другим, но - замкнут круг. Вдруг.
Так просто стать другим, но - замкнут круг...
"DRAWING WITH CHALK ON THE WALL"
[Verse]
The time comes to leave.
From scratch, all over again – to start.
Someone is on your path.
And somewhere – a candle has gone out.
Cast aside all your doubts,
In the valley of white snow.
In the book of life, at the last chapter,
To be continued again.
[Bridge]
Again...
[Chorus]
Drawing with chalk on the walls of empty houses.
Dividing your world in half. The motive,
Freedom fills everything around, my friend.
It's so easy to become different, but – it's a closed circle. Suddenly.
It's so easy to become different, but – it's a closed circle...
[verse]
There's no point in running from yourself,
Vainly getting lost in the crowd.
For us – a heap of foliage of existence,
In the symphony of September days.
[Bridge]
Nooooo...
[Chorus]
Drawing with chalk on the walls of empty houses.
Dividing your world in half. A motive,
Freedom fills everything around, my friend.
It's so easy to become different, but - it's a closed circle. Suddenly.
It's so easy to become different, but - it's a closed circle...
[Guitar solo]
[Chorus]
Drawing with chalk on the walls of empty houses.
Dividing your world in half. A motive,
Freedom fills everything around, my friend.
It's so easy to become different, but - it's a closed circle. Suddenly.
It's so easy to become different, but - it's a closed circle...
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Автор стихов - Антон Кулëмин.