And here is a song, made in collaboration with great artist and creator Meiva! Earlier i took part in her song https://suno.com/s/i8fx20k8MqnOeacE And now she took part in mine, writing great chorus for this song and... do you hear this amazing female vocals?😊 Thank you so much for taking part in this story 🖤 Visit Meiva's profile to hear magic ✨ https://suno.com/@meiva Lyrics translation below It is highly recommended to listen using headphones 🎧 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Original lyrics ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sometimes you think That everything is possible That all restrictions are a trick And you can fly, you can be free... Sometimes I think That all I need is in my hands. A simple wish, a bit of will To sync my dreams and my demands Кукушка, кукушка... Сколько мне осталось лет, сколько мне осталось зим? Родная, поведай... Почему опускаются руки, когда столько я пережил? Сидя на крыше под деревом Я просто жалел себя Sitting or standing - just in between The echoes of two clocks, An elegant downfall ticking, The old notes of the bird that mocks. Floating or falling - just in between Old years and future hours, Between past midnights And tomorrow's mornings... Where am I? Who am I? And why does it feel like I'm... Drowning...? One more time, one more attempt, One more time - and I lose my head. Like in stupid books or romantic comedies I just want a hug and to fall asleep on knees. Like a beam of light is breaking the crown of tree I am cracking my own destiny. And again I'm cursed, and again I'm damned, How to grasp hope’s thread, I don't understand. Any other shit, but not what is happening to me My outstretched hand is falling down again. I simply cannot fight, I simply cannot breathe. Please, help me... Save me... Кукушка, кукушка... Сколько мне осталось лет, сколько мне осталось зим? Родная, поведай... Почему опускаются руки, когда столько я пережил? Сидя на крыше под деревом Я потерял себя Sitting or standing - just in between The echoes of two clocks, An elegant downfall ticking, The old notes of the bird that mocks. Floating or falling - just in between Old years and future hours, Between past midnights And tomorrow's mornings... Where am I? Who am I? And why does it feel like I'm... Drowning...? Please, help me... Save me... And why does it feel like I'm... Drowning...? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ English translation ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sometimes you think That everything is possible That all restrictions are a trick And you can fly, you can be free... Sometimes I think That all I need is in my hands. A simple wish, a bit of will To sync my dreams and my demands Cuckoo, cuckoo... How many years remain for me, how many winters more? My dear, oh tell me... Why do my hands fall down, when I have borne so much before? Sitting on the roof under the tree, I just pitied myself. Sitting or standing - just in between The echoes of two clocks, An elegant downfall ticking, The old notes of the bird that mocks. Floating or falling - just in between Old years and future hours, Between past midnights And tomorrow's mornings... Where am I? Who am I? And why does it feel like I'm... Drowning...? One more time, one more attempt, One more time - and I lose my head. Like in stupid books or romantic comedies I just want a hug and to fall asleep on knees. Like a beam of light is breaking the crown of tree I am cracking my own destiny. And again I'm cursed, and again I'm damned, How to grasp hope’s thread, I don't understand. Any other shit, but not what is happening to me My outstretched hand is falling down again. I simply cannot fight, I simply cannot breathe. Please, help me... Save me... Cuckoo, cuckoo... How many years remain for me, how many winters more? My dear, oh tell me... Why do my hands fall down, when I have borne so much before? Sitting on the roof, under the tree, I lost myself. Sitting or standing - just in between The echoes of two clocks, An elegant downfall ticking, The old notes of the bird that mocks. Floating or falling - just in between Old years and future hours, Between past midnights And tomorrow's mornings... Where am I? Who am I? And why does it feel like I'm... Drowning...? Please, help me... Save me... And why does it feel like I'm... Drowning...?
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