🎸Мы несём свой крест🎸
Genre: Post-punk, New Wave, Rock, Russian Rock. Style/Atmosphere: Melancholic, introspective, atmospheric, driving, raw, with a hint of despair, but also with an unbreakable spirit. Dark, brooding, powerful. Voice of Viktor Tsoi ("Black Album"): Deep baritone, slightly husky, with a characteristically detached yet passionate delivery. A mixture of conversational intensity and melodic, almost chanting phrases. The weight of experience, a hint of fatigue, but also an unbreakable spirit. Instrumentation: Dominant, driving basslines, simple yet powerful drums, atmospheric and often repetitive guitar riffs with a clean or slightly distorted sound, sparse but effective keyboard melodies. Themes: Loneliness, urban alienation, the search for meaning, hope amid despair, social critique, existential questions, the passage of time, internal struggles, the search for freedom, feeling like an outsider, the inevitability of change. Mood: Dark, reflective, powerful, anthemic, with moments of quiet co
🎸Мы несём свой крест🎸
Genre: Post-punk, New Wave, Rock, Russian Rock. Style/Atmosphere: Melancholic, introspective, atmospheric, driving, raw, with a hint of despair, but also with an unbreakable spirit. Dark, brooding, powerful. Voice of Viktor Tsoi ("Black Album"): Deep baritone, slightly husky, with a characteristically detached yet passionate delivery. A mixture of conversational intensity and melodic, almost chanting phrases. The weight of experience, a hint of fatigue, but also an unbreakable spirit. Instrumentation: Dominant, driving basslines, simple yet powerful drums, atmospheric and often repetitive guitar riffs with a clean or slightly distorted sound, sparse but effective keyboard melodies. Themes: Loneliness, urban alienation, the search for meaning, hope amid despair, social critique, existential questions, the passage of time, internal struggles, the search for freedom, feeling like an outsider, the inevitability of change. Mood: Dark, reflective, powerful, anthemic, with moments of quiet co
Lyrics
The english translation is below.
(Куплет 1)
Серый день заклеил окна,
Город спит в плену дождя.
Я иду, и подо мной земля промокла,
Но я не чувствую себя.
Каждый шаг — как будто в вАте,
Каждый взгляд — в пустое "но".
Мы лежим на выцветшей кровати,
И смотрим старое кино.
(Припев)
А над нами — небо, как свинцовый потолок,
И в кармане — ветер, и в душе — сквозняк.
Кто-то дал нам время, но не объяснил урок,
И мы несём свой крест, не зная, как.
И мы несём свой крест, не зная, как.
(Гитарный проигрыш)
(Куплет 2)
На стене танцуют тени,
От фонарей чужих квартир.
Мы — лишь часть великой карусели,
Что вращает этот мир.
Кто-то ждёт сигнала к бою,
Кто-то просто хочет спать.
Я хотел бы быть самим собою,
Но не знаю, где себя искать.
(Припев)
А над нами — небо, как свинцовый потолок,
И в кармане — ветер, и в душе — сквозняк.
Кто-то дал нам время, но не объяснил урок,
И мы несём свой крест, не зная, как.
И мы несём свой крест, не зная, как.
(Бридж)
И снова утро бьёт в глаза холодной сталью,
И снова нужно встать и снова нужно жить.
Мы прячем свою боль за каменной печалью,
И продолжаем эту тонкую рвать нить.
И продолжаем эту нить...
((Гитарный проигрыш) - гитарное соло)
(Припев)
А над нами — небо, как свинцовый потолок,
И в кармане — ветер, и в душе — сквозняк.
Кто-то дал нам время, но не объяснил урок,
И мы несём свой крест, не зная, как.
И мы несём свой крест, не зная, как.
(Припев)
А над нами — небо, как свинцовый потолок,
И в кармане — ветер, и в душе — сквозняк.
Кто-то дал нам время, но не объяснил урок,
И мы несём свой крест, не зная, как.
И мы несём свой крест, не зная, как.
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(Verse 1)
A gray day has sealed the windows,
The city sleeps, captive to the rain.
I walk, and the ground beneath me is soaked,
But I don't feel myself.
Every step feels like cotton wool,
Every glance is an empty "but."
We lie on a faded bed,
And watch an old movie.
(Chorus)
And above us is the sky, like a leaden ceiling,
And in our pockets is the wind, and in our souls is a draft.
Someone gave us time, but didn't explain the lesson,
And we bear our cross, not knowing how.
And we bear our cross, not knowing how.
(Guitar intro)
(Verse 2)
Shadows dance on the wall,
From the streetlights of other people's apartments.
We are just a part of the great carousel,
That makes this world spin. Some are waiting for the signal to fight,
Some just want to sleep.
I'd like to be myself,
But I don't know where to look for myself.
(Chorus)
And above us, the sky is like a leaden ceiling,
And in our pockets, the wind, and in our souls, a draft.
Someone gave us time, but didn't explain the lesson,
And we bear our cross, not knowing how.
And we bear our cross, not knowing how.
(Bridge)
And again, the morning hits our eyes with cold steel,
And again, we must rise and live again.
We hide our pain behind stony sadness,
And we continue to tear this thin thread.
And we continue this thread...
((Guitar Interlude) - Guitar Solo)
(Chorus)
And above us, the sky is like a leaden ceiling,
And in our pockets, the wind, and in our souls, a draft.
Someone gave us time, but didn't explain the lesson,
And we bear our cross without knowing how.
And we bear our cross without knowing how.
(Chorus)
And above us is the sky, like a leaden ceiling,
And in our pockets is the wind, and in our souls is a draft.
Someone gave us time, but didn't explain the lesson,
And we bear our cross without knowing how.
And we bear our cross without knowing how.