Не мы🥀(Not we)
ambient enhancement layer, industrial presence, minimalist, slow evolution over time, textural additions fade in and out imperceptibly, ambient noise, whispers, giggling, patter pitter, pitter patter, gramophone needle static, buzz and hum, bee wings drone, environmental sounds, rhythmic chugging, tempo is dictated by the natural pace, improvisational exit, extremely restrained, low density, long tails, subtle harmonic shading only, no groove, no hook, reverb caverns vast space, wavering electronic soundscape, trip-hop france, beats, velvet reverb background didtance haunting echoes, soviet post-punk, dreamy chillwave
Не мы🥀(Not we)
ambient enhancement layer, industrial presence, minimalist, slow evolution over time, textural additions fade in and out imperceptibly, ambient noise, whispers, giggling, patter pitter, pitter patter, gramophone needle static, buzz and hum, bee wings drone, environmental sounds, rhythmic chugging, tempo is dictated by the natural pace, improvisational exit, extremely restrained, low density, long tails, subtle harmonic shading only, no groove, no hook, reverb caverns vast space, wavering electronic soundscape, trip-hop france, beats, velvet reverb background didtance haunting echoes, soviet post-punk, dreamy chillwave
Lyrics
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Касаться темноты
Касаться тишины
Касаться невозможности
Где ты́...
Где мы́...
Не́мы...
Где мы́ - не ..."мы́"
Опять на "вы́", внезапно перешли
Касаться волшебства
Казалось - я нашла
Казалось - не ушла
К тебе...
К себе...
Вовне...
Из вне... А истина в вине?
Увы и ах - она на дне...
Остаться посреди
Не видеть впереди
Остаться позади
Тебя...
Меня...
Больна́...
Весна́... Придёт когда-то
Не моя. И я опять пойму одна...
Что нет тебя!
Что нет меня!
Что это не судьба была
Была одна
Безумная
Игра
Где на кону - обман
Где ложь, туман, дурман...
И пустота...
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Touching the darkness
Touching the silence
Touching the impossible
Where are you...
Where are we...
Mute...
Where are we - not..."we"
Again on a formal "you," suddenly switched
Touching magic
It seemed I had found
It seemed I hadn't left
To you...
To myself...
Outside...
From outside... And is truth in wine?
Alas and alack - it's at the bottom...
To remain in the middle
Not seeing ahead
To remain behind
You...
Me...
Sick...
Spring... Will come someday
Not mine. And I will understand again, alone...
That you are gone!
That I am gone!
That it wasn't fate
There was one
Crazy
Game
Where deception is at stake
Where lies, fog, dope...
And emptiness...