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.