Stay With Me (Single Version)

Compositores de 'Ghost' por Motorama (Motorama).
(Letras movidas y adaptadas al Español, <3)
Cover compuesto / interpretado por Yandel Sierra, aka Sumii Rosales
Fotos tomadas de Pinterest, Foto grupal de la Misma Banda.

Letra: 
Mi amor, mi fe
No eran para ti
Días fríos
No merecen volver

En ese instante qué los dos nos volvemos a ver
Es como una ráfaga de colores en el lago aquél
(Me haces sentir bien)
Es como salir a bailar con una fantasma mujer
Cómo caerme de la almohada y a la cama correr
(Me haces sentir bien)

Tu voz suave y dulce
Tú esperanza otra vez
Y yo, sordo y necio
Abrázame otra vez

En ese instante qué los dos nos volvemos a ver
Es como una ráfaga de colores en el lago aquél
(Me haces sentir bien)
Es como salir a bailar con una fantasma mujer
Cómo caerme de la cama y a la almohada correr
(Me haces sentir bien)

En ese instante qué los dos nos volvemos a ver
Es como una ráfaga de colores en el lago aquél
(Me haces sentir bien)
Es como salir a bailar con una fantasma mujer
Cómo caerme de la cama y a la almohada correr
(Me haces sentir bien)

(instrumental bien chida y wonita jsjsj :3)

Ghost / Fantasma (Motorama)

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
It’s a hatred that hits raw, untamed, wild
Tears through my skin, burns deep, feral and vile
Spreads like a plague where love used to stay
Rips out the warmth, drags it all away

[Pre-Chorus]
I wonder how I fed this pain so long
But it's the only thing that keeps me strong

[Chorus]
It's the hate that keeps me breathing
Burns, but keeps my heart from leaving
Dead promises, wasted kiss
He took it all and left me like this
But while it burns, I still exist
In this poison, I still resist

[Verse 2]
Some days I’m just made of spite
A response to the void, revenge in the night
He’s out there living like it never hurt
Kissing mouths like I was never first

[Bridge]
The hands that were shelter now defile
Dancing on strangers like I never lit that fire
And every touch he gives away
Ignites the war I feel each day

[Chorus]
It's the hate that keeps me breathing
Burns, but keeps my heart from leaving
Dead promises, wasted kiss
He took it all and left me like this
But while it burns, I still exist
In this poison, I still resist

[Post-Chorus]
I know this rage will eat me whole
But I'd rather burn than lose control

[Outro]
Maybe it breaks me, maybe I fall
But it’s what I’ve got to stand at all
This hate is all that’s left of peace
And while it burns…
I still believe in me

still resist

между мной и небом

[Verse - spoken word, talk-singing]
Life's not for show, it's not a chore,
It's for yourself, and nothing more -
There are serious tasks at hand!
To choose a preppy chic from Chanel;
And a suit in a trend-tone
Scarlet, cream... And to complete it,
Platform shoes to make you stand.

[Chorus]
Live your life loving who you are,
Strutting with a confident gait.
So that even the skies above,
Looking down from up above,
Would stop and say, "My, what beauty!"
Simply, so damn amazing.
(Ah, what a darling!)

[Verse 2 - spoken word, talk-singing] 
Where can a girl even find
Wolford or, an option, La Perla?
A Lady bag from Dior,
Shoes, a scarf… from them as well;
Damn!
And don't forget the Denim.

[Chorus]
Live your life loving who you are,
Strutting with a confident gait.
So that even the skies above,
Looking down from up above,
Would stop and say, "My, what beauty!"
Simply, so damn amazing.
(Ah, what a darling!)

Strut Your Stuff

по небу

Моя Луна

Stars

The synthesis of unity "reflected" in this collective single signifies a modern reimagining of ancient wisdom.

Reflections

Early 3D Polygons

Inspired by the sounds from the past.

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Born in the city of Volzhsky. Started writing poetry at the age of 16. One classmate asked me to rewrite (remake) a literal translation of an American group into poetry. I was interested in the idea and a week later I had 8 versions, 3 of which I could sing. At that time, I did not know how to play any musical instrument. So I also started writing songs. My songs are born either from a phrase ("My glass", "and what's in it?" - "sadness" = "My glass, and in it my sadness" ("My glass... in it sadness about beauty")), or from background music (somewhere in the distance I hear fuzzy sounds and start playing with these sounds and pick out words, and so both poetry and music come out at once.
During the USSR, all artists and their songs were selected very strictly and required special education, which I did not have. I did not even have a chance to become an artist. And now the competition is so great that you can also forget about creativity if you do not notice the creativity of the producer.
My tastes were formed by: ABBA, the San Remo singers (Italian music of the 80s), American artists (Rick Astley, Elvis Presley, Michael Jackson, Paula Abdul...), Dieter Bohlen's projects...
I wrote the maximum of songs and poems when I already lived in St. Petersburg (2003-2005). Wrote songs for sports stars, for example, Ekaterina Gamova (volleyball) - https://soundcloud.com/roman-savenkov-880647588/i-shrouded-in-sweet-vision
I always write all songs from the heart, as I feel. Therefore, if the song is bad, it means that the state is not poetic, disgusting.
Now I live in Moscow (since 2008) and about a year ago (2024) I started posting my songs on the Internet. I translate them into different languages, try to send them to the radio and competitions. I have a main job (software engineer), so there is very little time left for creativity, which is a pity.

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