КАПЛЕЙ ВОСКА В НОЧИ
Acoustic folk rock ballad in a major key, featuring a male vocalist with a clear, resonant baritone voice. The instrumentation includes an acoustic guitar playing arpeggiated chords and a simple strumming pattern, a bass guitar providing a walking bass line, and a drum kit with a soft, brushed snare sound and light cymbal work. The song structure follows a verse-chorus format with an instrumental bridge. The melody is melancholic yet hopeful, with a moderate tempo. Production is clean with a natural reverb, emphasizing the acoustic elements. The mix balances the vocals prominently over the instruments, creating an intimate feel. The song features a clear, consistent chord progression throughout, primarily using diatonic chords.strings, full orchestra sound
КАПЛЕЙ ВОСКА В НОЧИ
Acoustic folk rock ballad in a major key, featuring a male vocalist with a clear, resonant baritone voice. The instrumentation includes an acoustic guitar playing arpeggiated chords and a simple strumming pattern, a bass guitar providing a walking bass line, and a drum kit with a soft, brushed snare sound and light cymbal work. The song structure follows a verse-chorus format with an instrumental bridge. The melody is melancholic yet hopeful, with a moderate tempo. Production is clean with a natural reverb, emphasizing the acoustic elements. The mix balances the vocals prominently over the instruments, creating an intimate feel. The song features a clear, consistent chord progression throughout, primarily using diatonic chords.strings, full orchestra sound
Lyrics
Translation of the text into English below
Verse
Я искал.
Ветер гнал,
Прочь от тех,
Кто закрыл, свои двери.
Я кричал.
Я молчал.
В темноте,
Опустевшего сквера.
Bridge
Никому, в этот миг.
Уже, не было дела.
На стекле, тенью блик,
Отчуждëнных материй.
Chorus
Пролистай эти строки, не читая их вслух.
Больше пусть, не волнуют невзгоды.
Каплей воска в ночи, догорел и потух,
Наш маяк, на краю небосвода.
Может быть, мы научимся жить, как другие.
Может быть, только мы.
Мы - ведь люди.
Мы - живые....
Verse
Всё пройдёт.
И никто,
Не узнает,
Среди многоточий.
Нужных фраз.
Не о нас.
Зажигая,
Свечу, между прочим.
Bridge
Ни к чему, этот вздор.
Если, всё завершилось.
Но, зачем, до сих пор,
Наше прошлое, снилось?
Chorus
Пролистай эти строки, не читая их вслух.
Больше пусть, не волнуют невзгоды.
Каплей воска в ночи, догорел и потух,
Наш маяк, на краю небосвода.
Может быть, мы научимся жить, как другие.
Может быть, только мы.
Мы - ведь люди.
Мы - живые....
Solo guitar and strings
Bridge
В темноте,
Опустевшего сквера...
Chorus
Пролистай эти строки, не читая их вслух.
Больше пусть, не волнуют невзгоды.
Каплей воска в ночи, догорел и потух,
Наш маяк, на краю небосвода.
Может быть, мы научимся жить, как другие.
Может быть, только мы.
Мы - ведь люди.
Мы - живые....
"DROPS OF WAX IN THE NIGHT"
Verse
I searched.
The wind drove me,
Away from those,
Who closed their doors.
I screamed.
I was silent.
In the darkness,
Of the empty square.
Bridge
No one, at that moment.
No longer cared.
On the glass, like a shadow,
Of alienated matters.
Chorus
Flip through these lines without reading them aloud.
Let adversity no longer trouble you.
Like a drop of wax in the night, burned out and extinguished,
Our beacon, on the edge of the sky.
Maybe we will learn to live like others.
Maybe only we.
We are human, after all.
We are alive....
Verse
Everything will pass.
And no one,
Will know,
Among the ellipses.
Necessary phrases.
Not about us.
Lighting,
A candle, by the way.
Bridge
This nonsense is pointless.
If it's all over.
But why, until now,
Dreamt of our past?
Chorus
Flip through these lines without reading them aloud.
Let adversity no longer trouble you.
Like a drop of wax in the night, burned out and extinguished,
Our beacon, on the edge of the sky.
Maybe we'll learn to live like others.
Maybe only us.
We are human, after all.
We are alive....
Solo
Bridge
In the darkness,
Of the deserted square...
Chorus
Flip through these lines without reading them aloud.
Let adversity no longer trouble you.
Like a drop of wax in the night, burned out and extinguished,
Our beacon, at the edge of the sky.
Maybe we'll learn to live like others.
Maybe only we.
We are human, after all.
We are alive....
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Автор стихов - Антон Кулëмин.