Hi, daughter!
Вот доработанный вариант промпта: A vibrant electro-pop track with punchy 4/4 beats, deep groovy basslines, and bright, syncopated synth stabs, Subtle Jewish-Balkan scales in the melody for exotic flavor without full folk treatment, Driving percussion with crisp claps and rolling snares for 90s dance energy, Lead vocal delivered by a raspy, mature male voice with rich low tones, adding grit and character, Energetic male-female backing vocals in the choruses for call-and-response and layered harmonies, enhancing catchiness and dynamics, Atmosphere is upbeat, festive, and bold, with shimmering delays and tight reverb for a lively club-ready sound.
Hi, daughter!
Вот доработанный вариант промпта: A vibrant electro-pop track with punchy 4/4 beats, deep groovy basslines, and bright, syncopated synth stabs, Subtle Jewish-Balkan scales in the melody for exotic flavor without full folk treatment, Driving percussion with crisp claps and rolling snares for 90s dance energy, Lead vocal delivered by a raspy, mature male voice with rich low tones, adding grit and character, Energetic male-female backing vocals in the choruses for call-and-response and layered harmonies, enhancing catchiness and dynamics, Atmosphere is upbeat, festive, and bold, with shimmering delays and tight reverb for a lively club-ready sound.
Lyrics
Verse 1
I studied at the institute, did well,
My red diploma hides, unused, on the shelf.
An engineer I am — and glad as hell,
For all around is madness by itself.
Chorus
To my daughter astrologer — greetings from Dad,
Believe me, my daughter, no magic is had!
no magic is near,
no magic, my dear!
Verse 2
The circus of psychics has captured the land,
A crystal ball has rolled in every home.
We nurse a plague of ignorance by hand,
And fortune-tellers we don’t count as wrong.
Chorus
To my daughter, tarot reader — greetings from Dad,
Don’t be angry, my darling, no magic is had!
no magic is near,
no magic, my dear!
Instrumental
Verse 3
I’d love to sit with just espresso near,
And follow closely what the stars confess.
To chase down happiness, so bright, so clear,
And ride straight to it on an express.
Chorus
From your engineer father — a greeting to you,
It’s painful, my darling: no magic is true!
no magic is near,
no magic, my dear!
Outro
Let’s cry here together — no magic is near,
What sorrow, what grievance — no magic, my dear!
no magic is near,
no magic, my dear!