спасибо, потрясающе... особенно такие "фишки" (пардон за жаргон) "гитара смеялась !" как спето навсегда остается в памяти, как все емко... про Кирсанова не буду распространятся уж очень такие сложные подняты темы и состояния - но при этом очень "по делу" сопереживаешь каждому слову звуку
In memory of Guitarist The cafe was called as an odd bird Flamengo It did not boast with its lights, but trasured it's silence The smoke was a viel, and water was like a nectar There was played a guitar The stage was so small with that guy in the center With the chaos in the hear and the vision of cold desolation The music of strings, became so silverly cleaner Thunder of horns and victorious dance of the fingers His eyes looked inside, sometimes swayed into heaven And road in the night with a sparkles of battle was pavened Or smile of the madness, or song of good night and good wishes
In memory of the Poet Good bye, mr. Poet, well good bye The gates are so close by now Thus no any poem, nor sagas For beeing You here some how The Guard of Honor That stands front outside demention The line of them blue and droopy Reflecting an " Attention!" Dressed tabby like the Harlequin Have taken a heed of verse With the silverest beams through the feather picks In the dimmest Inn universe
Это !!!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤💯
спасибо, потрясающе... особенно такие "фишки" (пардон за жаргон) "гитара смеялась !" как спето навсегда остается в памяти, как все емко... про Кирсанова не буду распространятся уж очень такие сложные подняты темы и состояния - но при этом очень "по делу" сопереживаешь каждому слову звуку
In memory of Guitarist
The cafe was called as an odd bird Flamengo
It did not boast with its lights, but trasured it's silence
The smoke was a viel, and water was like a nectar
There was played a guitar
The stage was so small with that guy in the center
With the chaos in the hear and the vision of cold desolation
The music of strings, became so silverly cleaner
Thunder of horns and victorious dance of the fingers
His eyes looked inside, sometimes swayed into heaven
And road in the night with a sparkles of battle was pavened
Or smile of the madness, or song of good night and good wishes
In memory of the Poet
Good bye, mr. Poet, well good bye
The gates are so close by now
Thus no any poem, nor sagas
For beeing You here some how
The Guard of Honor
That stands front outside demention
The line of them blue and droopy
Reflecting an " Attention!"
Dressed tabby like the Harlequin
Have taken a heed of verse
With the silverest beams through the feather picks
In the dimmest Inn universe
Это рок опера?
Эту вещь органично бы спел Градский