Счётный зал. Counting room
Anthemic pop-rock with driving midtempo drums, pulsing bass guitar, and ringy electric guitars; verse stays tight and observant, pre-chorus opens with stacked rises and handclaps, chorus lands wide with gang vocals and a chantable refrain. Lead vocal is close-mic in verses, doubled and pushed in the hook, with short delay throws on key lines. Ear candy: ballot box creaks, a filtered snare build into each chorus, and a final lift with crowd-like shouts. Bright, punchy, and urgent mix.
Счётный зал. Counting room
Anthemic pop-rock with driving midtempo drums, pulsing bass guitar, and ringy electric guitars; verse stays tight and observant, pre-chorus opens with stacked rises and handclaps, chorus lands wide with gang vocals and a chantable refrain. Lead vocal is close-mic in verses, doubled and pushed in the hook, with short delay throws on key lines. Ear candy: ballot box creaks, a filtered snare build into each chorus, and a final lift with crowd-like shouts. Bright, punchy, and urgent mix.
Lyrics
The morning sticks to the glass,
and the yard is no longer asleep.
The neighborhood shuffles quietly
towards the stations and tables.
The passport is in my palm,
like a small answer.
The queue is silent,
but everything in it is about us.
[Pre-Chorus]
Look at how the leaf is shaking,
as if it has a pulse.
One simple step -
and the city changes course.
[Chorus]
This is our election, our election,
don't look away.
This is our election, our election,
speak while the country is alive.
This is our election, our election,
can you hear the wave?
Our election, our election,
and there's no more time to be silent.
[Verse 2]
In the kitchen, they argue quietly,
without unnecessary loud words.
Everyone has their own truth,
but the table is the same, and so is the house.
There's blue paint on their fingers,
and someone else's mark on the paper.
And every cross next to it
is heavier than the answer.
[Pre-Chorus]
Look how the leaf is shaking,
as if it has a pulse.
One simple step -
and the city changes course.
[Chorus]
This is our election, our election,
don't look away.
This is our election, our election,
speak while the country is alive.
This is our election, our election,
do you hear the wave coming?
Our election, our election,
and we can't be silent anymore.
[Bridge]
It may be late, it may be scary,
but time doesn't give up.
When your hand reaches for the truth,
fear recedes into the background.
And if tomorrow is uncertain,
if the circle breaks again,
we will stand side by side,
until the sound falters.
[Chorus]
This is our election, our election,
don't look away.
This is our election, our election,
speak while the country is alive.
This is our election, our election,
can you hear the wave?
Our election, our election,
and we can't be silent anymore.
[Verse 1]
Утро липнет к стеклу,
и двор уже не спит.
Тихо шаркает район
к участкам и столам.
Паспорт в ладони,
как маленький ответ.
Очередь молчит,
но всё в ней про нас.
[Pre-Chorus]
Смотри, как дрожит листок,
как будто у него пульс.
Один простой шаг -
и город меняет курс.
[Chorus]
Это наши выборы, наши выборы,
не отводи глаза.
Это наши выборы, наши выборы,
говори, пока жива страна.
Это наши выборы, наши выборы,
слышишь, как идёт волна?
Наши выборы, наши выборы,
и молчать уже нельзя.
[Verse 2]
На кухне спорят низко,
без лишних громких слов.
У каждого своя правда,
но стол один и дом.
На пальцах синяя краска,
на бумаге чужой след.
И каждый крестик рядом
тяжелее, чем ответ.
[Pre-Chorus]
Смотри, как дрожит листок,
как будто у него пульс.
Один простой шаг -
и город меняет курс.
[Chorus]
Это наши выборы, наши выборы,
не отводи глаза.
Это наши выборы, наши выборы,
говори, пока жива страна.
Это наши выборы, наши выборы,
слышишь, как идёт волна?
Наши выборы, наши выборы,
и молчать уже нельзя.
[Bridge]
Пусть поздно, пусть страшно,
но время не сдаёт.
Когда рука тянется к правде,
страх отступает в счёт.
И если завтра спорно,
если снова рвётся круг,
мы будем стоять рядом,
пока не дрогнет звук.
[Chorus]
Это наши выборы, наши выборы,
не отводи глаза.
Это наши выборы, наши выборы,
говори, пока жива страна.
Это наши выборы, наши выборы,
слышишь, как идёт волна?
Наши выборы, наши выборы,
и молчать уже нельзя.