Диана Арбенина - Солнце

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First performed in Nizhniy Novgorod, Novermber, 8, 2013

Диана Арбенина - Волны лови LIVE

Берега ( Арбенина )

Диана Арбенина - Фиеста

Звери - Районы-кварталы 

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A mix of old-fashioned psychedelic rock with hip hop elements.
I hope you like this new track I made!

Lyrics © Señor Barends

I said too much, and I’m lost in the row 
Hands on my face, I don’t care who will know 
Pressure keeps rising, it’s starting to show 
Time slips away, but it still moves slow

A fracture, faster than a voice aloud
A script stripped silent, machinery bowed 
A sparkless heat, no flame to allow 
Time erased, displaced, replaced, here and now

Fingers slipping, wires shake 
Every signal starts to break 
Falling forward, blind and fast 
This is a moment built to last

Fields ripple, emitting their rays
Hands faceless, traceless, sweep all away 
Curves reverse where straight lines lay 
Spirals spiral, doors decay

Through spirals, trials of turning, burning 
Equations breaking, taking, yearning 
Measures bending, ending unseen 
Dance collapsing, grasping the screen

Signals scatter, shatter, obey 
Clouds fracture, capture, drift astray 
Orbits weighted, fated to ground 
Noise remaining, draining sound

Cut the cord and let it fall 
No escape, I take it all 
Through the pressure, through the fire 
Feed the machine my desire

Lights dividing, hiding streams  
Patterns breaking, faking schemes  
Hands of motion, skin they rend  
Pulse resetting, bending to end  

Gears lock tight, the edges grind  
No escape from the intertwined
Tension rising, nothing spared  
One more breath and the core is bared

Break the signal, tear the chain  
Scream the code into the rain  
Every cycle torn apart  
Hammer beats a burning heart

Every step suspended, defended in glass  
Every breath arrested, contested, will pass  
Not here, not then  
Only stillness again  
Where light cannot last, where time cannot cast

Not here, not then

Oxygen Thieves

Ночные Снайперы - Диана Арбенина - Это Не Мне

Сурганова И Оркестр - Белая

Как ты мне нравишься.. где мои клавиши? 
В башне из чёрного дерева спрячу кривые ножи. 
Как ты мне нравишься.. где мои клавиши? 
Скоро увижу тебя - и значит, смогу жить...

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Felix Meinstein