I won't be more precious to you
industrial acid trip-hop, techno, hypnoir, уникальный, эфирный нео-соул, женский вокал, низкий голос, энергичная электронная танцевальная музыка с яркими синтезаторными партиями, подземелье, эпическая скрипка, chilling ambient, base boosted, ambient, dream dance, heavymetal, psychedelic funk, glitch effects, metal, acid swing, глубокий синий, электроволна, усталый, акустическая страна, кинематографические звуковые ландшафты, энергегик, похожий на сон, темные аккорды, synthwave, afro percussion, мрачный и интроспективный тон, кинематографическое напряжение, инди-баллада, фанковый бас, итальянский стиль, повторяющиеся крючки, возбуждение, нео-рокабилли, могила, плавные переходы, взволнованный, дымный,
I won't be more precious to you
industrial acid trip-hop, techno, hypnoir, уникальный, эфирный нео-соул, женский вокал, низкий голос, энергичная электронная танцевальная музыка с яркими синтезаторными партиями, подземелье, эпическая скрипка, chilling ambient, base boosted, ambient, dream dance, heavymetal, psychedelic funk, glitch effects, metal, acid swing, глубокий синий, электроволна, усталый, акустическая страна, кинематографические звуковые ландшафты, энергегик, похожий на сон, темные аккорды, synthwave, afro percussion, мрачный и интроспективный тон, кинематографическое напряжение, инди-баллада, фанковый бас, итальянский стиль, повторяющиеся крючки, возбуждение, нео-рокабилли, могила, плавные переходы, взволнованный, дымный,
Lyrics
and you won't love me more than you do now.
A pleasant gaze — fiercely blue —
Will seep into your dreams, softly undone.
I won’t regret the past, I vow,
Nor grieve for what has come and gone…
Memory — dust of lived-through anxiety,
A trace of a bright dream, left undisclosed —
Sometimes it saddens in dreams, you see.
I don’t know if you can forgive
That I left you so unexpectedly:
Another path — perhaps unsteady —
Was prescribed to me by fate’s decree.
You won’t understand, not believing in dreams:
A different life is given now, it seems.
It doesn’t depend on desires, you see —
Not yours, not ours, not even me.
* The days flew by with a tonal weeping,
Filled with emptiness, heavy and deep…
Traces of yesterday’s love, keeping
What could have become a starry field.
Time proved harsh to us, no disguising —
And ordered us to pay what we’re owing.
Forgive me for the life left broken,
As I leave you in my unease,
Not my love is to be spoken —
Fate, alas, has made this choice with ease.
Don’t beg, don’t plead in vain, I implore,
Try to forget me, as before.
I, alas, have no power in hand:
Powerless to change what fate has planned.
In our lives, the reckoning’s come at last —
For squandering the strength of feeling vast,
On bitterness and cruelty we’ve fed,
Which in the soul was constantly bred.
You tormented me and my dear friends,
I looked back with sadness that never ends…
And that life, which could have been ours to hold,
Has drowned in the desert of forgetting, cold.
* The days flew by with a tonal weeping,
Filled with emptiness, heavy and deep…
Traces of yesterday’s love, keeping
What could have become a starry field.
Time proved harsh to us, no disguising —
And ordered us to pay what we’re owing.
Only now, at parting, we’ll understand:
How the sun could have shone for us, hand in hand.
Don’t lay your hands upon my shoulders, please —
It’s grown chilly together, with no ease.
I never loved you, truth be told,
Saw no happiness, no joy untold.
The spice of bitter meetings, as a fate,
The weariness of nights grown dull and late.
The brightness of colours has faded in our meet,
Only dullness and sorrow’s bitter heat.
How much you could have said — you didn’t see,
Missed the moment of luck in your drunken spree.
Passion has dimmed the heart’s sweet song,
Which could have flowed for ages long.
* The days flew by with a tonal weeping,
Filled with emptiness, heavy and deep…
Traces of yesterday’s love, keeping
What could have become a starry field.
Time proved harsh to us, no disguising —
And ordered us to pay what we’re owing.