
Коль станут все...
Acoustic arrangement of Chicago and Texas delta blues from 1960, 90 BPM with human vibrations; emotionally exciting, expressive, deep male cinematic baritone, rough, very hoarse, charismatic, warm, chocolate-dark, interspersed with gravel, intimately close to an open microphone, without shouting, men 60-65 years old, slightly tense, textured the roughness of the voice, rich, warm, 808 sub-basses glide under it under the arrangement; periodic overflows of juicy orchestral strings, multilayered performance and harmonies, the beauty of a rich blues groove, make the bass guitar clearer and more expressive, increase the depth and saturation of reverberation, the low velvety hum of the cello; with a talking, warm blues harmonica, echoing with the saxophone and accordion, with an acoustic walking double bass; piano accompaniment, accents of flute riffs and clarinet; marimba, charango, Funky Monkey, with a real analog atmosphere with afrobeat, expressive rhythm-blues electric guitars,

Коль станут все...
Acoustic arrangement of Chicago and Texas delta blues from 1960, 90 BPM with human vibrations; emotionally exciting, expressive, deep male cinematic baritone, rough, very hoarse, charismatic, warm, chocolate-dark, interspersed with gravel, intimately close to an open microphone, without shouting, men 60-65 years old, slightly tense, textured the roughness of the voice, rich, warm, 808 sub-basses glide under it under the arrangement; periodic overflows of juicy orchestral strings, multilayered performance and harmonies, the beauty of a rich blues groove, make the bass guitar clearer and more expressive, increase the depth and saturation of reverberation, the low velvety hum of the cello; with a talking, warm blues harmonica, echoing with the saxophone and accordion, with an acoustic walking double bass; piano accompaniment, accents of flute riffs and clarinet; marimba, charango, Funky Monkey, with a real analog atmosphere with afrobeat, expressive rhythm-blues electric guitars,
Lyrics
И сердце в ссоре с головой,
Спустись в подземку. И кругами
По Кольцевой, по Кольцевой...
Чтоб в тесноте вагонной бочки
Сельдей дышащих горячо
Прочесть стихов знакомых строчки
Через плечо, через плечо...
И снова став из одиночки
Цепи божественной звеном,
Понять, что все мы - просто строчки
В стихе одном, в стихе одном...
И вот угас огонь разлада,
И палец отпустил курок.
Ах, много ли нам для счастья надо?!
Лишь пара строк! Лишь пара строк!
