ДОГОРАЮЩИЙ ПРЕДЕЛ/BURNING OUT LIMIT
melodic full acoustic hard rock minor ballads performance featuring a single steel-string acoustic guitar and a male vocal, The guitar playing is characterized by aggressive, rhythmic strumming with a percussive quality, utilizing open chords and a fast, driving 4/4 tempo, The vocal delivery is gritty, passionate, and slightly unpolished, typical of a live outdoor setting, with a mid-range baritone timbre that occasionally breaks into a shout for emphasis, The melody is simple and repetitive, following a folk-style progression that emphasizes the natural resonance of the guitar, The recording has a lo-fi, live ambiance with natural background noise, capturing the authentic feel of a street or park performance without any studio effects or post-processing dark atmosphere
ДОГОРАЮЩИЙ ПРЕДЕЛ/BURNING OUT LIMIT
melodic full acoustic hard rock minor ballads performance featuring a single steel-string acoustic guitar and a male vocal, The guitar playing is characterized by aggressive, rhythmic strumming with a percussive quality, utilizing open chords and a fast, driving 4/4 tempo, The vocal delivery is gritty, passionate, and slightly unpolished, typical of a live outdoor setting, with a mid-range baritone timbre that occasionally breaks into a shout for emphasis, The melody is simple and repetitive, following a folk-style progression that emphasizes the natural resonance of the guitar, The recording has a lo-fi, live ambiance with natural background noise, capturing the authentic feel of a street or park performance without any studio effects or post-processing dark atmosphere
Lyrics
Translation of the text into English below
[Verse]
Здесь в окнах ночами, не гасят свет.
Здесь в правду не верят, сколько не жди.
Оставляя после, не заметный след,
По ушедшим проч, прольются душ дожди.
[Bridge]
И, сдавленный кулак.
И, крик застрявший в горле.
Последняя мечта.
Задыхается от боли...
[Chorus]
Передëрнут затвор, и смелости хватит нажать на курок.
Ты решил расколоть реальность, точным выстрелом в цель.
Гильза, как приговор, срок которого, давно уже истëк.
Но, что в итоге осталось?
Догорающий предел...
[Verse]
Здесь милости нет, ни в чьих словах.
Здесь алчность под солнцем себе, выбрало место.
Ты можешь сбежать, но гложет тело тоска.
Ты можешь сбежать, но ответь себе честно.
[Bridge]
Твой сдавленный кулак.
Твой крик, застрявший в горле.
Кем будешь ты когда,
Поймëшь, что Мир в игноре...
[Chorus]
Передëрнут затвор, и смелости хватит нажать на курок.
Ты решил расколоть реальность, точным выстрелом в цель.
Гильза, как приговор, срок которого, давно уже истëк.
Но, что в итоге осталось?
Догорающий предел...
[Hard rock solo]
[Chorus]
Передëрнут затвор, и смелости хватит нажать на курок.
Ты решил расколоть реальность, точным выстрелом в цель.
Гильза, как приговор, срок которого, давно уже истëк.
Но, что в итоге осталось?
Что в итогееее?
(О-о-о-о)
[Drums bridge]
[Chorus]
Передëрнут затвор, и смелости хватит нажать на курок.
Ты решил расколоть реальность, точным выстрелом в цель.
Гильза, как приговор, срок которого, давно уже истëк.
Но, что в итоге осталось?
Догорающий предел...
"BURNING OUT LIMIT"
[Verse]
Here, in the windows at night, the lights are never turned off.
Here, no one believes in the truth, no matter how long you wait.
Leaving behind, an unnoticeable trace,
Over the departed, showers will pour.
[Bridge]
And, a clenched fist.
And, a scream stuck in the throat.
A final dream.
Choking with pain...
[Chorus]
The bolt is pulled, and the courage is enough to pull the trigger.
You decided to split reality, with a precise shot at the target.
A cartridge case, like a sentence whose term has long since expired.
But what remains in the end?
A dying limit...
[Verse]
There is no mercy here, not in anyone's words.
Here, greed, under the sun, has chosen its place.
You can escape, but longing gnaws at your body. You can escape, but answer yourself honestly.
[Bridge]
Your clenched fist.
Your scream, caught in your throat.
Who will you be when,
You realize the world is ignoring you...
[Chorus]
The bolt is pulled, and you have the courage to pull the trigger.
You decided to split reality, with a precise shot at the target.
A cartridge case, like a sentence whose term has long since expired.
But, in the end, what remains?
A dying limit...
[Hard rock solo]
[Chorus]
The bolt is pulled, and you have the courage to pull the trigger.
You decided to split reality, with a precise shot at the target.
A cartridge case, like a sentence whose term has long since expired.
But, in the end, what remains?
What remains?
(O-o-o-o)
[Drums bridge]
[Chorus]
The bolt is pulled, and the courage to pull the trigger is enough.
You decided to split reality, with a precise shot at the target.
The cartridge case, like a sentence whose term has long since expired.
But what remains in the end?
The dying limit...
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Автор стихов - Антон Кулëмин.