ザリャンスク - 夜明けが過ぎた街 (全５曲) 【1 - ラリョークの小窓から】 【2 - ヴェストニクは誰の声】 【3 - 空の下のアゴニョーク】 【4 - 椅子の上のマトリョーシカ】 【5 -手の中の僕のザリャ】 他の曲は以下のプレイリストからどぉぞぉ♪ https://suno.com/playlist/adf0aa1e-d8ca-4605-a4b2-7fb44f8c4d8b ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆ 日本語歌詞 : 冷えた窓枠に綿を詰めて 四角く区切られた灰色の空を見る 机の上に積まれた白い束 一番上の端が少し折れている インクの匂いが指先にこびりつく 右のトレイへ移すか 引き出しの奥へ沈めるか ツァーリの肖像が背を見下ろす部屋に ペン先が止まる微かな音が響く 拾い上げた一枚が 明日この街を歩く 弾かれた束は 静かに影の重さを増していく 見えたラインに目をつむってなぞるように 今日もまた 紙の端で指先を切る 後付けされた露台から ランプが漏れるフルシチョフカ 温かみすら穴から逃げる暖房に 寄り添いあって吐く息が重なり消えた スコップのそばで雪がまた白に覆う 戻らぬ男らの宛を求めて祈る手紙に目を落とし カップの底の冷えた紅茶を飲みながら 母よ妻よ祖国の英雄誇れよと 子らも奮起し称える紙面を書き起こす アジトプロップが積み重なって 明日を形作る 机の下の箱は 声を持たないまま口を閉ざす 天秤の皿は最初から傾いていて どちらに置いても 必ず何かがこぼれ落ちる 整然と並べられた文字の列 その行間にある空白の深さ 目を逸らしたその先に 重なる紙の山が じっとこちらを見返している 光を浴びた文字が 今日の街を通り抜ける 暗がりに落とされた束が この部屋の空気を奪う 黒の夜明けに日が昇り冬が明けても ラスプーチツァ が飲み込むと知りながら ただ机に向かい 次の白い紙に 手を伸ばす ---- English lyrics : Stuffing cotton into the freezing window frame, I stare at the gray sky boxed in a square. A stack of white sheets rests on the desk, Its top edge slightly folded. The scent of ink clings to my fingertips. Do I move it to the right tray, or sink it deep in the drawer? In a room where the Tsar's portrait stares down at my back, The faint sound of a pausing pen echoes. The single page I pick up will walk this town tomorrow. The rejected pile silently grows heavier in the shadows. As if closing my eyes to trace the line laid out before me, Today, once again, the edge of the paper cuts my fingertip. Lamplight bleeds from the retrofitted balconies of the Khrushchyovka. Huddled by a heater where even the warmth escapes through the cracks, Our exhaled breaths overlapped and faded away. Beside the shovel, the snow blankets everything in white again. Looking down at letters praying for the whereabouts of men who will never return, Sipping the cold tea left at the bottom of my cup. "Mothers, wives, take pride in the heroes of our fatherland," I draft the pages of praise, meant to rouse the children's spirits too. Agitprop piles up, shaping tomorrow. The box under the desk keeps its mouth shut, stripped of a voice. The scales were tipped from the very beginning, No matter which side you choose, something is bound to spill out. The perfectly aligned rows of letters, And the profound depth of the empty spaces between them. Beyond my averted gaze, The overlapping mountain of paper just stares right back at me. The words bathed in light pass through the town today. The bundle dropped in the dark steals the very air from this room. Even if the sun rises on a black dawn and the winter finally breaks, Knowing full well the Rasputitsa will swallow it all anyway. I just face the desk, And reach out my hand To the next blank, white sheet. ---- スタイルプロンプト : [Russian Folk, Dark Cabaret, Gypsy Jazz, Melancholic Waltz, Bayan, Balalaika, Acoustic Guitar, Upright Bass, Playful but Cynical, Theatrical, ] [bass japanese Male Tenor, Breathy Vocal, raspy singing, gravelly singing, Dissonance singing, Sarcastic Tenor, Seductive, Sticky Phrasing, Cynical Tone, Mature yet Frivolous, Playful], [moody:Smokin', Sarcastic, Laid-back, Groovy, Theatrical, Cool, Bitter, Sweet, Intoxicating, Urban, Midnight, Sophisticated, Melancholy, Intimate, ], ‑Pop, ‑Happy, ‑EDM, ‑Electronic, ‑Bright, ‑Cheerful, ‑Fast rock, ‑Autotune, ‑Clean digital sound, ‑Modern R&B, ‑Anime opening, ‑Cute, ‑Synthesizer, ‑female
