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Ah, I'm feeling nostalgic now, I was looking through some old notes and notebooks. I've accumulated a lot of random stuff there, especially silly poems. But I'm embarrassed to show them, they contain some crude jokes :D I remember, I think I posted a poem about "Dom 2" somewhere. :smile43: I'm ashamed!
By the way, about 2-3 years ago, I met some cool guitarists from Kemerovo at a sanatorium, they were cool guys, they were already writing some songs, although it was more like gothic rock. :)
And then we even put on a performance for a competition at a disco there. We dressed up in cleaning ladies' robes, took mops, and prepared some cool props. ;) Well, the plot was like this: the boss came, yelled at us, and we were mopping the floor... and then the song "Still Waiting" by Sum41 starts playing :D And with an accord, the mop turns into guitars, another guy pulls a synthesizer out of nowhere, and I, who was washing dishes before, flips them over - and they become a DJ booth! In short, we had a lot of fun, we were shaking our hair, one guy even sang. And then there's a moment in the song where the music fades out, and we pretended to die, lying on the floor, and then we started rocking again. By the way, we even had girls as backup dancers :D In short, it turned out great! I love to goof around like that.
By the way, I finally found one text from a song by those guys, maybe someone has heard it and knows them? (They live somewhere near Moscow).
"The God-Forsaken Man"
Where there are no bright rays of the sun,
Where the darkness of night stands in the forest,
Where the cries of wild creatures are rare,
There a man lies in the bushes.
It happened on a terrible day,
When the pain of death was born,
Why did he look at such a beautiful world
As a complete zero, without a role?
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Chorus:
Why was he born into such a world,
Oh, if he had never been born!
Why would anyone need
A god-forsaken man!
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He lay in the bushes all his life,
He saw no joy or happiness,
He moaned with wild beasts,
He shared the bad weather with the bush.
Now he lies there forever,
So God commanded,
He chats with his bush day by day,
He dreams of dying.
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Chorus.
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That man hears no sounds,
He doesn't drink, doesn't eat, doesn't speak,
He is doomed to eternal torment,
And only the howl of a beast reigns in his soul...
I even took the time to retype it, because I liked the text. By the way, it can be interpreted in different ways... I also wanted to write a couple of songs for them, it's a pity we lost touch...
Valg, maybe you've heard of them? :)