Нелётная погода
Industrial, punk, gothic, melodic, rap, futuristic, Sound characteristics: guitars cold ringing chords with delay/reverb in verses, distorted with feedback in choruses drums mechanical robotic rhythm (beats 2 and 4 accented), electronic pads;synths low droning pads, harsh arpeggios/dissonant notes in choruses,industrial noises between sections; vocals low detached in verses (metallic echo), escalating to shout in choruses layered in final English phrases with digital distortion; effects — glitch on, industrial background sounds, echo/reverb. Structure: Intro (8 bars: synth drone + drums) → Verse 1 (16) → Pre‑Chorus (4: rising arpeggios) →Chorus (16: «) Verse 2 (16: aggressive guitars) Pre‑Chorus (4) → Chorus (16: doubled vocals) Bridge (8: noises/glitches) : 110 BPM. Duration: 4:30. Atmosphere: abandoned factory, rain, flickering neon, alienation, cold anger, determination to leave.,
Нелётная погода
Industrial, punk, gothic, melodic, rap, futuristic, Sound characteristics: guitars cold ringing chords with delay/reverb in verses, distorted with feedback in choruses drums mechanical robotic rhythm (beats 2 and 4 accented), electronic pads;synths low droning pads, harsh arpeggios/dissonant notes in choruses,industrial noises between sections; vocals low detached in verses (metallic echo), escalating to shout in choruses layered in final English phrases with digital distortion; effects — glitch on, industrial background sounds, echo/reverb. Structure: Intro (8 bars: synth drone + drums) → Verse 1 (16) → Pre‑Chorus (4: rising arpeggios) →Chorus (16: «) Verse 2 (16: aggressive guitars) Pre‑Chorus (4) → Chorus (16: doubled vocals) Bridge (8: noises/glitches) : 110 BPM. Duration: 4:30. Atmosphere: abandoned factory, rain, flickering neon, alienation, cold anger, determination to leave.,
Lyrics
[Intro]
[Instrumental interlude]
[Atmospheric]
[Verse 1]
Зря́щий слепе́ц давле́ет лишь слу́чай
На горькой пору́ке к земле́ ты приру́чен
Маяк да́рит свет-путь зы́бкий распу́тай
Вокруг тишина я вновь безоружен
Сложи свои крылья нет здесь простора
В горящих закатах месть падших основа.
[chorus]
В груди полыхает горящий резистор.....
судьба открывает затвора транзистор
Сложить ли нам крылья под тихий шум ветра
Ответы даны но нет больше света...
[Verse 2]
Бросаю монету не смотрю на ответы
Простые стремленья простые сюжеты
Но сложены крылья стянули их лентой
[Airport Announcement] Пространство над миром обложено рентой.
и не продохнуть прошу я свободы!
но нет продвиженья у нелётной погоды
[chorus]
В груди полыхает горящий резистор.....
судьба открывает затвора транзистор
Сложить ли нам крылья под тихий шум ветра
Ответы даны но нет больше света...
[Verse 1]
A sightless seer is ruled by mere chance,
Bound to the earth by bitter circumstance.
The lighthouse gives a flickering guiding light — untangle its trail,
Silence all around, once again I’m unarmed.
Fold your wings — there’s no room here to soar,
In burning sunsets, vengeance is what the fallen live for.
[Chorus]
A burning resistor flares up in my chest…
Fate opens the gate of a transistor.
Should we fold our wings to the wind’s quiet hum?
The answers are given, but there’s no more light to come…
[Verse 2]
I toss a coin, not looking at the outcome,
Simple desires, simple plots unfold.
But wings are folded, bound with a ribbon,
**[Airport Announcement]** The space above the world is leased out, no way through.
I beg for freedom — I can’t breathe anew!
But the grounded weather feels no regret, it’s true.
[Chorus]
A burning resistor flares up in my chest…
Fate opens the gate of a transistor.
Should we fold our wings to the wind’s quiet hum?
The answers are given, but there’s no more light to come…