Я бы хотел..
Genre: Post-punk, New Wave Style: Melancholic, driving, atmospheric, slightly distorted, 80s Soviet rock Instruments: - Vocals: Male, deep, slightly melancholic, with a touch of reverb and delay, delivering lyrics with a sense of longing and introspection. - Guitar: Clean electric guitar with a chorus effect for arpeggios and melodic lines, and a slightly overdriven electric guitar for rhythmic chords and occasional solos with a bluesy, yet restrained feel. - Bass: Driving, melodic bassline, often playing root notes with occasional passing tones, providing a solid foundation and rhythmic pulse. - Drums: Steady, four-on-the-floor beat with a prominent snare on beats 2 and 4, simple but effective hi-hat patterns, and occasional tom fills. Emphasis on a clear, punchy kick drum. - Synthesizer: Subtle atmospheric pads and occasional arpeggiated synth lines adding depth and a touch of 80s electronic texture. Mood: Reflective, yearning, a sense of shared experience in difficult times, a bitte
Я бы хотел..
Genre: Post-punk, New Wave Style: Melancholic, driving, atmospheric, slightly distorted, 80s Soviet rock Instruments: - Vocals: Male, deep, slightly melancholic, with a touch of reverb and delay, delivering lyrics with a sense of longing and introspection. - Guitar: Clean electric guitar with a chorus effect for arpeggios and melodic lines, and a slightly overdriven electric guitar for rhythmic chords and occasional solos with a bluesy, yet restrained feel. - Bass: Driving, melodic bassline, often playing root notes with occasional passing tones, providing a solid foundation and rhythmic pulse. - Drums: Steady, four-on-the-floor beat with a prominent snare on beats 2 and 4, simple but effective hi-hat patterns, and occasional tom fills. Emphasis on a clear, punchy kick drum. - Synthesizer: Subtle atmospheric pads and occasional arpeggiated synth lines adding depth and a touch of 80s electronic texture. Mood: Reflective, yearning, a sense of shared experience in difficult times, a bitte
Lyrics
The english translation is below.
Серый асфальт или просто туман?
Честное слово или обман?
Стены молчат, но кричат зеркала,
Правда сгорела, осталась зола.
Сложное кажется детской игрой,
Простое закрыто железной стеной.
Я пропустил этот важный сигнал,
Будто в кино опоздал на финал.
Звёзды погасли, не дав нам огня,
Тени деревьев пугают меня.
Мир изменился, сменив имена,
В чашке остывшей не чай, а вина́.
Я бы хотел всё сжечь и уйти,
Новые смыслы в небе найти.
Только держит меня эта старая пыль,
Сказка, что стала похожа на быль.
Я полюбил этот холод и мглу,
Трещину в стенке в забытом углу.
Сердце не хочет менять ничего,
В плену у того, что дороже всего.
Флаги трепещут, но где же порыв?
Карты рисуют над бездной обрыв.
Это победа иль тихий разгром?
Тихо в округе, но слышится гром.
Ключ потерялся, но заперта дверь,
Кто здесь охотник, а кто — дикий зверь?
Я полагал, что я знаю маршрут,
Но стрелки на компасе нагло нам врут.
Карлики стали большими как лес,
Тяжесть упала на нас из небес.
Поезд ушёл, я остался стоять,
В мире, который нельзя разгадать.
Я бы хотел всё сжечь и уйти,
Новые смыслы в небе найти.
Только держит меня эта старая пыль,
Сказка, что стала похожа на быль.
Я полюбил этот холод и мглу,
Трещину в стенке в забытом углу.
Сердце не хочет менять ничего,
В плену у того, что дороже всего.
(Instrumental)
Я бы хотел всё сжечь и уйти,
Новые смыслы в небе найти.
Только держит меня эта старая пыль,
Сказка, что стала похожа на быль.
Я полюбил этот холод и мглу,
Трещину в стенке в забытом углу.
Сердце не хочет менять ничего,
В плену у того, что дороже всего.
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Gray asphalt or just fog?
Honest word or deception?
The walls are silent, but the mirrors scream,
The truth has burned away, leaving only ashes.
The complex seems like child's play,
The simple is blocked by an iron wall.
I missed this important signal,
As if I were late for the ending of a movie.
The stars went out, giving us no light,
The shadows of the trees frighten me.
The world has changed, changing its names,
In a cold cup there is not tea, but wine.
I would like to burn it all and leave,
Find new meanings in the sky.
Only this old dust holds me back,
A fairy tale that has become like reality.
I have come to love this cold and darkness,
A crack in the wall in a forgotten corner.
My heart refuses to change anything,
Captive to what is most precious.
The flags flutter, but where is the impulse? The maps draw a cliff over the abyss.
Is this victory or a quiet defeat?
It's quiet all around, but thunder can be heard.
The key is lost, but the door is locked.
Who is the hunter here, and who is the wild beast?
I thought I knew the route,
But the compass needles are blatantly lying.
The dwarfs have grown as tall as a forest,
A weight has fallen upon us from the sky.
The train has left, and I remain standing,
In a world that cannot be deciphered.
I would like to burn everything and leave,
Find new meanings in the sky.
Only this old dust holds me back,
This fairy tale that has become like reality.
I have come to love this cold and darkness,
A crack in the wall in a forgotten corner.
My heart refuses to change anything,
Captive to what is most precious.
(Instrumental)
I'd like to burn it all and leave,
Find new meanings in the sky.
Only this old dust holds me back,
A fairy tale that has become like reality.
I've come to love this cold and darkness,
A crack in the wall in a forgotten corner.
My heart refuses to change anything,
Captive to what is most precious.