Hey there blacksmith! Go on, strike the iron before our heat cools So what of it if metal is locked Into trade-tested tools We are ready to face all the furnace’s fiery fuel Saying over and over You, ringed little brother, please take us to school Live this winter all slumped And, come spring… Slowly fade And, come spring… Slowly fade But with no trace of a hump Hey there blacksmith! Go on, strike the iron before our heat cools Broken-backed, I remember just these words: “Pipe down, graveside ghoul!” Death ain’t what gets you straight, it’s the feeling that your track is right We are set to recover Our mouths’ former might Singing, winter-long, slumped And, come spring, and, come spring… Slowly fade But with no trace of a hump But with no trace of a hump Hey there now, hey. Hey blacksmith! Go on, strike the iron before our heat cools Sing you corpse, vote you serf, gunman fire away like a fool And when homeland should summon us back from where we lie in wait I will speak to you straight All the possible us is just me I, the snow winter dumped, Come spring, turned earthly lumps But with no trace of a hump Lyrics by Arkady Semenov (translated by Ilya Shlepakov)
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Сколько лет уже лучшие. Перфекционизм в каждой ноте.
А текст какой классный!!!
не побоюсь этого слова, одна из величайших песен в русском роке по композиции и по душевному накалу
Hey there blacksmith!
Go on, strike the iron before our heat cools
So what of it if metal is locked
Into trade-tested tools
We are ready to face all the furnace’s fiery
fuel
Saying over and over
You, ringed little brother, please take us to school
Live this winter all slumped
And, come spring…
Slowly fade
And, come spring…
Slowly fade
But with no trace of a hump
Hey there blacksmith!
Go on, strike the iron before our heat cools
Broken-backed, I remember just these words: “Pipe down, graveside ghoul!”
Death ain’t what gets you straight, it’s the feeling that your track is right
We are set to recover
Our mouths’ former might
Singing, winter-long, slumped
And, come spring, and, come spring…
Slowly fade
But with no trace of a hump
But with no trace of a hump
Hey there now, hey. Hey blacksmith!
Go on, strike the iron before our heat cools
Sing you corpse, vote you serf,
gunman fire away like a fool
And when homeland should summon us back from where we lie in wait
I will speak to you straight
All the possible us is just me
I, the snow winter dumped,
Come spring, turned earthly lumps
But with no trace of a hump
Lyrics by Arkady Semenov (translated by Ilya Shlepakov)
Круто!
Первоначальная мелодика вокала была лучше
Однозначно
Так годков-то уже прошло сколько
@@Summersalmostgone-k5m координальны изменена мелодия вокала, годы не при чем
@@blueserman мелодия вокала один в один, тембровый диапазон уменьшился
@@П.Ю.Малков зачем?
класс!!!
Еще раз, Спасибо!!!!
насколько же ВО круче и взрослее всего остального российского музицирования