ИСПОВЕДЬ/CONFESSION
Acoustic melodic folk rock haevy metal ballads. A single acoustic guitar plays a rhythmic strumming pattern with a percussive backbeat created by hitting the guitar body. The guitar uses a standard tuning and a bright, steel-string timbre. A baritone male vocal performs with a gritty, emotive delivery. The tempo is 112 BPM in 4/4 time. The arrangement is sparse, focusing entirely on the interplay between the rhythmic acoustic guitar and the vocal melody. The guitar pattern features frequent palm muting and accented upstrums.
ИСПОВЕДЬ/CONFESSION
Acoustic melodic folk rock haevy metal ballads. A single acoustic guitar plays a rhythmic strumming pattern with a percussive backbeat created by hitting the guitar body. The guitar uses a standard tuning and a bright, steel-string timbre. A baritone male vocal performs with a gritty, emotive delivery. The tempo is 112 BPM in 4/4 time. The arrangement is sparse, focusing entirely on the interplay between the rhythmic acoustic guitar and the vocal melody. The guitar pattern features frequent palm muting and accented upstrums.
Lyrics
Translation of the text into English below
[Verse]
Я, прошёл, через бури столетия.
Мне казалось, мой путь - одиночество.
Я, сбивался,с дороги,рассветами,
Скроет тени,не ставших пророчеством.
Я бежал,задыхаясь,от прошлого.
Столько лет за спиной,всё по
прежнему.
Так не просто,принять невозможное.
Так не просто,принять неизбежное.
[Shorus]
Никто, не смог удержать,
душиЫ сгорающей в полночь.
Воском, таяли свечи,
Словно, снег над землёй.
По лезвию миража,
Пройти,узнав её голос.
На уставшие плечи,
С неба,льётся покой.
[Verse]
Мне бы птицей, да в небо, неистово.
Свои крылья,расправить,свободные.
Ветер молча, читал мою исповедь.
Принимая её,за проповедь.
Я,прошёл,через грозы столетия.
Не искал,подходящего повода.
Видел пламя,чужого наследия.
И,пытался согреться,от холода.
[Shorus]
Никто, не смог удержать,
душЫ,сгорающей в полночь.
Воском, таяли свечи,
Словно, снег над землёй.
По лезвию миража,
Пройти,узнав её голос.
На уставшие плечи,
С неба,льётся покой.
[Sologuitarlong]
[Shorus]
Никто, не смог удержать,
душЫ,сгорающей в полночь.
Воском, таяли свечи,
Словно, снег над землёй.
По лезвию миража,
Пройти,узнав её голос.
На уставшие плечи,
С неба,льётся покой.
"CONFESSION"
[Verse]
I have walked through the storms of a century.
It seemed to me that my path was loneliness.
I lost my way at dawn,
Will hide the shadows that never became prophecy.
I ran, breathless, from the past.
So many years behind me, everything is
as before.
It's not easy to accept the impossible.
It's not easy to accept the inevitable.
[Chorus]
No one could hold back
my soul burning at midnight.
Candles melted like wax,
Like snow over the ground.
Along the blade of a mirage,
To walk, recognizing her voice.
On tired shoulders,
Peace pours from the sky.
[Verse]
I would be a bird, and frantically into the sky.
Spread my wings, free.
The wind silently read my confession.
Taking it for a sermon.
I have walked through the storms of a century.
Not looking for a suitable occasion.
I saw the flame of another's legacy.
And tried to warm myself from the cold.
[Chorus]
No one could hold
my soul, burning at midnight.
The candles melted like wax,
Like snow over the earth.
Along the blade of a mirage,
Walk, recognizing her voice.
On tired shoulders,
Peace pours from the sky.
[Solo guitar long]
[Chorus]
No one could hold
my soul, burning at midnight.
The candles melted like wax,
Like snow over the earth.
Along the blade of a mirage,
Walk, recognizing her voice.
Peace pours from the sky onto tired shoulders.
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Автор стихов - Антон Кулëмин.