Снег идёт.(на английском)...(от Strelech74).
[Intro] (Instrumental - 15 seconds) Sound of wind, distant city hum, slow synth pads building up Snow is falling—and the city seems frozen. The hum of the cars has faded, replaced by silence. Time stands still, as if in a painting. Where only the snow draws its pattern. It flies above our heads. And within it lies an invisible, bright trace. It swirls, as if playing with us. Before melting at the border of years. Chorus: And the snow flies... and makes my head spin, Dissolving sadness in this white silence. The city sleeps, covered in fluffy clouds, This is time for me... and for my poems. And in this dance of white, quiet muses, I find a long-forgotten taste of childhood. The taste of freedom, choice, goodness— Where the play of time freezes. White dust swirled under the streetlamp again. As if someone were erasing yesterday's past. So many words left unsaid—a lump in my throat. But today, let them dissolve in that That creaks underfoot like simple earth. And let the wind whisper to me: "Have pity on yourself." I'm not a hero... and certainly not someone else's report. I'm simply a person who... will have a pain and then it will pass. And if they ask me: "Where are you going?"—I'll answer: "Home." Even if my "home" is an inner world... it is mine. Chorus: Snow is falling... Between me and the moon there's only snow, It covers up the traces of unfinished victories, Unspoken words and unnecessary grievances. The city is in white captivity—silent and sleepless. And I see a star falling from the sky Into this white eternity of "always-never." Does my soul freeze? No, it's simply warm. Everything that was wrong is covered in snow. Let things begin again tomorrow Let them sound again... "must," "hurry," "as always" But I remember: that there is a white limit Where I am not a function... not a role... not a gap Where white snow flies not only for beauty But to remember... childhood dreams It will remain in our memory forever In this moment... and in this bright silence So that it can return to us again in a year In a new whirlwind... and in a new cold fire Chorus: It's snow! It erases boundaries and dates! It's snow! It won't ask who you once were! It has enveloped the lanterns and houses, So that I understand: winter is not a disaster... It will leave, leaving only the light in memory... And it doesn't matter... whether life was in vain or not.... [Outro] (Instrumental - 8 seconds) Synth fading out, sound of wind, last snowflakes falling P.S Решил просто попробовать,как будет звучать песня на английском....Забросил слова в переводчик и получилась эта песня...Так что профессиональные переводчики не судите строго своего коллегу Переводчика на английский с русского....:).Да и не только переводчики,а те кто владеет английским...:) Это конечно никого не обязыает к чему-то...но если что знайте, мне будет чертовски приятно если меня поддержат не только морально... :)) Добавил для поддержки ссылку https://dalink.to/strelec74
[Intro] (Instrumental - 15 seconds) Sound of wind, distant city hum, slow synth pads building up Snow is falling—and the city seems frozen. The hum of the cars has faded, replaced by silence. Time stands still, as if in a painting. Where only the snow draws its pattern. It flies above our heads. And within it lies an invisible, bright trace. It swirls, as if playing with us. Before melting at the border of years. Chorus: And the snow flies... and makes my head spin, Dissolving sadness in this white silence. The city sleeps, covered in fluffy clouds, This is time for me... and for my poems. And in this dance of white, quiet muses, I find a long-forgotten taste of childhood. The taste of freedom, choice, goodness— Where the play of time freezes. White dust swirled under the streetlamp again. As if someone were erasing yesterday's past. So many words left unsaid—a lump in my throat. But today, let them dissolve in that That creaks underfoot like simple earth. And let the wind whisper to me: "Have pity on yourself." I'm not a hero... and certainly not someone else's report. I'm simply a person who... will have a pain and then it will pass. And if they ask me: "Where are you going?"—I'll answer: "Home." Even if my "home" is an inner world... it is mine. Chorus: Snow is falling... Between me and the moon there's only snow, It covers up the traces of unfinished victories, Unspoken words and unnecessary grievances. The city is in white captivity—silent and sleepless. And I see a star falling from the sky Into this white eternity of "always-never." Does my soul freeze? No, it's simply warm. Everything that was wrong is covered in snow. Let things begin again tomorrow Let them sound again... "must," "hurry," "as always" But I remember: that there is a white limit Where I am not a function... not a role... not a gap Where white snow flies not only for beauty But to remember... childhood dreams It will remain in our memory forever In this moment... and in this bright silence So that it can return to us again in a year In a new whirlwind... and in a new cold fire Chorus: It's snow! It erases boundaries and dates! It's snow! It won't ask who you once were! It has enveloped the lanterns and houses, So that I understand: winter is not a disaster... It will leave, leaving only the light in memory... And it doesn't matter... whether life was in vain or not.... [Outro] (Instrumental - 8 seconds) Synth fading out, sound of wind, last snowflakes falling P.S Решил просто попробовать,как будет звучать песня на английском....Забросил слова в переводчик и получилась эта песня...Так что профессиональные переводчики не судите строго своего коллегу Переводчика на английский с русского....:).Да и не только переводчики,а те кто владеет английским...:) Это конечно никого не обязыает к чему-то...но если что знайте, мне будет чертовски приятно если меня поддержат не только морально... :)) Добавил для поддержки ссылку https://dalink.to/strelec74