Автор песни - Александр Ведешкин / Songwriter - Alexander Vedeshkin

Первый куплет
Разливал  закат краски в облака не смело
Цепкая рука ночи подкралась
Припев
Tянет за собой звезд смотреть парад
И сбегает сон нет уж и следа
Припев
Помнишь как мы шли весело шутя
Пели про любовь да вино пия.
Второй куплет:
Раскрывал зонты моросяга дождь
Августа роса одевала в дрожь
Припев
Соком налились яблоки в саду
Будет что светить, хватит на вино
Третий куплет
Все разлил закат краски в облака
А рассвета луч все дорисовал
Припев
Снова мы идем весело шутя
Про любовь поем, да вино пия.

(google translate)
First verse
The sunset poured paint into the clouds not boldly
The tenacious hand of the night crept up
Chorus
Pulls the stars to watch the parade
And the dream escapes, there is no trace
Chorus
Do you remember how we walked merrily joking
They sang about love and drinking wine.
Second couplet:
Opened umbrellas drizzle rain
August dew dressed in shivers
Chorus
Juice poured apples in the garden
There will be something to shine, enough for wine
Third verse
Everything spilled sunset paint into the clouds
And the ray of dawn painted everything
Chorus
Again we go merrily joking
We sing about love, and drink wine.

Яблочный Спас / Apple spas

Get this song on all streaming platforms and/or see the lyrics at https://mrgoodemployee.com/buried-treasure/

Buried Treasure

Stars apon my face but there's no reflection....
Happy bday yung iki😘💔

REFLECTION

Written by AndixxXj w assistance from Jody 
{prod by Perbo Zia}

Cascade

Soft as cream.
Your waters wouldn't muddy a stream.
Just a blowhard.
All your wildest schemes 
They contain nothing at all.

The places you say you've been.
Found a quiet little corner to live in your dreams
Save your plastic pleas.
You're crazy.
Ooft, you're so hard.

Now, you want to think about it.
What is there to think about?
Now that you're all alone.
Sat on your phone.
Just a constant drone.
Now you wanna talk it out.
Always gotta talk about.
What is there to talk about?
You're just alone.
Boy, you should have known.

Summer breeze.
Floating on a high from the bennies kicking.
Pocket full of empty, candid, claptrap.
Outside, mafting, saucer, rat-trap.

It's hard to change.
When you've never even seen your own face.
When you can't decide which one to replace.
And which one to wear today.

Now you wanna think it out.
What is there to think about?
Now that you're all alone.
Sit on your phone.
Emit your constant drone.
Now you wanna talk it out.
Always gotta talk about.
What is there to talk about?
You're just alone.
Boy, you should have known.

Now you wanna think it out.
What is there to think about?
Now that you're all alone.
Sit on your phone.
Emit your constant drone.
Now you wanna talk it out.
Always gotta talk about.
What is there to talk about?
You're just alone.
Boy, you should have known.

When you look in the mirror.
Do you know who you face?
You're never gonna get out of this place.

Talk It Out

An anti-war song I wrote to be released near the first anniversary of the 7th October attack which kicked off another Israeli-Palestinian war.
Recorded, performed and mixed by Alessandro Summer

https://open.spotify.com/intl-it/track/6KPyFqtTxvFeJQGbb7iZht?si=73ff7dc96b114a6a

Ütopia

Crazy

All Music By Me, except “Voodoo Taboo” and “Is Killing Me” written by Me and Whitney Porter.  

Special thanks to Kahlan Davis, Whitney Porter, John Moreland, and the Toxic Brothers. 

 Art by krivitskly (Pixabay)

Drive

Benjamin Nix