There's a field...Музыкальная композиция Андрея Субботина
There's a field... Версия 1. Музыкальная композиция Андрея Субботина. Узнали песню? :) *** 00:00:24 Пропустить заставку! *** © Перевод стихотворения Михаила Танича и идея Андрея Субботина. Музыку помогли создать нейросети producer.ai и suno. Композиция звучит в исполнении виртуальной музыкальной группы «Виварий». На тему музыкальной композиции вместе с автором фантазировали нейросети YandexART «Шедеврум», animon.ai и app.apob.ai. *** I'll get off at a station nobody remembers the name of where the grass grows past my knees and the platform is just packed dirt and split wood The train will keep going without me and I won't even turn to watch it leave There's a field here where cornflowers make their own kind of quiet blue so thick it drowns out sound I can smell honey before I even see the hives somebody's grandfather kept near the tree line Everything here tastes like it did before I learned to want more I'll drink from the well-sweep, cold water on my tongue the kind that shocks your teeth and wakes you up inside I'll stand here in the grass that remembers me letting the silence prove I never really left This is the infrastructure of my body, the roads I came from When I was young I didn't know this was the good part I thought the good part was the train, the destination But childhood is a well-sweep and a field and the specific way dust settles on your hands when you've been still long enough to let it I'll drink from the well-sweep, cold water on my tongue the kind that shocks your teeth and wakes you up inside I'll stand here in the grass that remembers me letting the silence prove I never really left This is the infrastructure of my body, the roads I came from The train is gone now, I can't hear it anymore just wind through the stalks and my own breathing I'm not running from anything, I'm running toward the version of myself who knew honey from the comb who knew water could taste like home I'll stay here in the blue silence knee-high in my own history © 2026 *** Канал нуждается в вашей помощи! Донат (пожертвование, подарок - указать в назначении платежа!!!) можно отправить по системе быстрых платежей (СБП) в Альфа-банк или Банк ВТБ по номеру телефона: +7 916 175 00 23. Размер пожертвования никак не ограничен. *** #андрейсубботин #стихи #музыка #песня #lirics #poetry #music #song #andreysubbotin
There's a field... Версия 1. Музыкальная композиция Андрея Субботина. Узнали песню? :) *** 00:00:24 Пропустить заставку! *** © Перевод стихотворения Михаила Танича и идея Андрея Субботина. Музыку помогли создать нейросети producer.ai и suno. Композиция звучит в исполнении виртуальной музыкальной группы «Виварий». На тему музыкальной композиции вместе с автором фантазировали нейросети YandexART «Шедеврум», animon.ai и app.apob.ai. *** I'll get off at a station nobody remembers the name of where the grass grows past my knees and the platform is just packed dirt and split wood The train will keep going without me and I won't even turn to watch it leave There's a field here where cornflowers make their own kind of quiet blue so thick it drowns out sound I can smell honey before I even see the hives somebody's grandfather kept near the tree line Everything here tastes like it did before I learned to want more I'll drink from the well-sweep, cold water on my tongue the kind that shocks your teeth and wakes you up inside I'll stand here in the grass that remembers me letting the silence prove I never really left This is the infrastructure of my body, the roads I came from When I was young I didn't know this was the good part I thought the good part was the train, the destination But childhood is a well-sweep and a field and the specific way dust settles on your hands when you've been still long enough to let it I'll drink from the well-sweep, cold water on my tongue the kind that shocks your teeth and wakes you up inside I'll stand here in the grass that remembers me letting the silence prove I never really left This is the infrastructure of my body, the roads I came from The train is gone now, I can't hear it anymore just wind through the stalks and my own breathing I'm not running from anything, I'm running toward the version of myself who knew honey from the comb who knew water could taste like home I'll stay here in the blue silence knee-high in my own history © 2026 *** Канал нуждается в вашей помощи! Донат (пожертвование, подарок - указать в назначении платежа!!!) можно отправить по системе быстрых платежей (СБП) в Альфа-банк или Банк ВТБ по номеру телефона: +7 916 175 00 23. Размер пожертвования никак не ограничен. *** #андрейсубботин #стихи #музыка #песня #lirics #poetry #music #song #andreysubbotin