The autumn wind | #AI #COUNTRY | @Andergrim (Гусаров Андрей) в UDIO AI | #SLIDE #VIDEO
Английская версия текста "Осенний ветер", исполненная в стиле кантри. Автор оригинального текста, перевода и сборки в UDIO AI: @Andergrim (Гусаров Андрей) The autumn wind, like an old stranger, Comes from the fog to our homes. His clothes are fallen leaves, wet with rain. He resting on the staff of hopes. Someone can see in his existence Both summer heat and winter cold. We feel it more when we are older, Although the wind blows to young and old. Don't go away, my restless stranger. Where do you want to fly again? What do you want to whisper softly Until the moment of your wane? Don't fade away, elusive vagrant. Tell me the truth, and I'll take it. Where can I find the other answers That you have not conveyed to me? It seems to us in his narration The bird's cry of the latest flock. The clatter on the roof of raindrops Sounds like the ticking of a clock. He makes the soul hear how seconds As water stream flow out of us, And suddenly he disappears, But leaves a void in the hearts. Don't go away, my restless stranger. Where do you want to fly again? What do you want to whisper softly Until the moment of your wane? Don't fade away, elusive vagrant. Tell me the truth, and I'll take it. Where can I find the other answers That you have not conveyed to me? The distant forest creaks and groans, And silence falls around me. But only one red maple leaf Rose from the ground suddenly. And singing for the stars at sunrise, The wind blows this red leaf away Behind the passing warmth of autumn And through the night towards the day. #countrymusic #slideshow #aimusic #udioai #udiomusic
Английская версия текста "Осенний ветер", исполненная в стиле кантри. Автор оригинального текста, перевода и сборки в UDIO AI: @Andergrim (Гусаров Андрей) The autumn wind, like an old stranger, Comes from the fog to our homes. His clothes are fallen leaves, wet with rain. He resting on the staff of hopes. Someone can see in his existence Both summer heat and winter cold. We feel it more when we are older, Although the wind blows to young and old. Don't go away, my restless stranger. Where do you want to fly again? What do you want to whisper softly Until the moment of your wane? Don't fade away, elusive vagrant. Tell me the truth, and I'll take it. Where can I find the other answers That you have not conveyed to me? It seems to us in his narration The bird's cry of the latest flock. The clatter on the roof of raindrops Sounds like the ticking of a clock. He makes the soul hear how seconds As water stream flow out of us, And suddenly he disappears, But leaves a void in the hearts. Don't go away, my restless stranger. Where do you want to fly again? What do you want to whisper softly Until the moment of your wane? Don't fade away, elusive vagrant. Tell me the truth, and I'll take it. Where can I find the other answers That you have not conveyed to me? The distant forest creaks and groans, And silence falls around me. But only one red maple leaf Rose from the ground suddenly. And singing for the stars at sunrise, The wind blows this red leaf away Behind the passing warmth of autumn And through the night towards the day. #countrymusic #slideshow #aimusic #udioai #udiomusic