Soltwine - Защебетали птицы

СМЕТАНА band Выходи за меня

Бумажные цветы всегда ненужный

Soltwine - Падать-вставать

Soltwine — Августовский дождь

Picking Up the Pieces

(verse)
Thirteen long years beneath your somber skies,
Brittany, you cruel land of whispered lies.
I walked your shores, I braved your bitter rain,
Yet found no solace, only endless pain.

(verse)
One fateful night, your darkness tore my womb,
An act of rage, a child lost to the gloom.
Your winds carried screams, but no one replied,
And in your silence, even hope had died.

(verse)
A gang descended, wild and filled with spite,
A shattered bottle glinting in the night.
They tore my scalp, their laughter ringing loud,
And left me bleeding, broken, disavowed.

(verse)
The fire followed, consuming all I owned,
Its hungry flames devoured dreams I’d honed.
Homeless, hollow, I begged for bread to eat,
And learned despair beneath the city's feet.

(verse)
I built again, with trembling hands, my fate,
A fragile peace that envy soon would take.
The wolves of contracts, landlords with no soul,
Stripped me bare, and left a gaping hole.

(chorus)
Oh, Brittany, harsh land of bitter embrace,
Your beauty’s a veil for a merciless face.
For the kind-hearted, you’re a wicked snare,
A trap of storms, a realm of cold despair.

(bridge)
So I bid you goodbye; my heart seeks the sun,
A place where love blooms, and battles are won.
The world is wide, and I’ll find my own way,
Beyond your shadows, into brighter days.

(chorus)
Farewell, Brittany, your memory will fade,
My scars are my anthem, my soul unafraid.
I’ll wear my wounds as proof I have survived,
And in new horizons, I’ll finally thrive.

Farewell, Brittany (salsa punk)

President Chump
INTRODUCTION

President Chump, fashions a slump,
lands with a thump. He’s a self-lover.
He blurts out everything he thinks.
Even when it’s nonsense and stinks.
Every day his cultic base shrinks.

He thinks he can rule.
The delusional fool!
INTERLUDE

President Chump, gets in a grump,
lands on his rump. He’ll soon discover,
his acolytes and rich sycophants, 
are kneeing at his feet in a trance.
He acts like Napolean of France.

But the Keys have got gates.
Fort Jefferson awaits.

INSTRUMENTAL

President Chump, thinks in a sump,
sinks in a dump. He’s a hate-shover.
He suffers from verbal diarrhea. 
His final destination is clear.
The signs say ‘Get out of here’.

His crown is a cone.
He’ll soon be alone.

He thinks he can rule.
The delusional fool!

But the Keys have got gates.
Fort Jefferson awaits.

OUTRO






President Chump

Somewhere there lives a myth inside

Sum 41 - Pieces

We're not sure that this is rock music, since there is no argument about the fate of the country, fighting some kind of system and other social things.
Cold romance, northern sky, alcohol, clumsy dancing, talk about the sea, dead santa claus, eternal February. The mood about that.
13 not positive, but not boring tracks.

Радиопомехи - 04 - Алиса

Strongly influenced by folk and Celtic, though I do write in other genres: orchestral rock, melodic rock, and Country.

President Chump

Alan Wagstaff