The folk story neared to an end. The score was done. The memory of people in the town tainted by the cursed notes. No one knows how many notes they remembered. One? two? The half of the passage the boy recreated and played aloud? The danger was queit and inevitable. And the decision had to be done. Thank you Sinsixx for you partaking in the folk journey i have started! Yes, Sin wrote this beautiful Russian chorus! Its amazing! here, grab the link to his profile to get a variety of great songs (djent, djent, djent, and emo djent XDXDXD) Let your profile shine, mate! XD 🌟✨https://suno.com/@sinsixx✨🌟 =============================================== Other songs: 🌟✨Baśń Gwiazd✨🌟 https://suno.com/s/mNsJqCb7vAbzvtdl 🌟✨Pieśń Wiecznego Snu✨🌟 https://suno.com/s/yviEZeogmXV5bqVm 🌟✨Chłopiec, który nie usłuchał✨🌟 https://suno.com/s/voLnfn5g54VeJ3Ef 🌟✨Scirivi, oh Bambino (Dopóki trwa melodia...)✨🌟 [ft.Ragnarose] https://suno.com/s/GF86Ygq6yrAc0mQR ============================================== LYRICS ============================================== [verse1] Atrament pokrył papier, czasu żadna nie cofnie dłoń, A nuty na pięciolinii jak mroczna płynie toń... A gdyby papier spalić...? Ah... gdyby cisnąć pieśń w ten żar? Czy cokolwiek by to dało...? Czy prysnąłby ten czar...? Ah... jakże brzmi to pięknie... Ah... jakże to prosto brzmi... lecz... ludzie słyszeli... W pamięci nuta tkwi... [Pre-Chorus] Na cóż mi popiół z nut, com kreślił dzień i noc? Jak kto obcy przyjdzie i w ducha wpadnie moc? I wydrze pieśni części, co zapamiętał lud, Ponownie zapisana — narobi więcej szkód... [chorus:] Гори, подожжённый рукою моею, гори! Я развею по ветру все ноты, пусть истлеют дотла! Спи, мягким бархатным сном стар и млад усни.... Укроет опасное знанье вечная мгла. [Verse2] Lecz czymże zniszczyć coś, co opuściło las? A co teraz mieszka w sercach po ten wieczny czas A gdyby milczeć wiecznie...? Ah... gdyby nie śpiewać już? Czy ucichłaby pieśń ta...? Czy usnąłby jej duch...? Ah... lecz pamięć ją niesie... Ah... choć nie chcę — wciąż ją znam... Kto raz usłyszał tę melodię... Ten niesie ją jak znak... [Pre-Chorus] Na cóż mi popiół z nut, com kreślił dzień i noc? Jak kto obcy przyjdzie i w ducha wpadnie moc? I wydrze pieśni części, co zapamiętał lud, Ponownie zapisana — narobi więcej szkód... [chorus:] Гори, подожжённый рукою моею, гори! Я развею по ветру все ноты, пусть истлеют дотла! Спи, мягким бархатным сном стар и млад усни.... Укроет опасное знанье вечная мгла. [Bridge] gdy zapadła noc, gdy utworzył się krąg gdy głosy w jeden moc, w łańcuch serc i rąk nim gwiazdy cudny głos zdążył przeszyć mrok Jam to śpiewać zaczął, przykuwając wzrok Me słowa, lecz przeklęta muzyka Oh, jakże drży ma dłoń... [final chorus:] Гори, подожжённый рукою моею, гори! Я развею по ветру все ноты, пусть истлеют дотла! Спи, мягким бархатным сном стар и млад усни.... Укроет опасное знанье вечная мгла. [outro] ...a kto usłyszał raz...ten oczy zamknął swe magicznie ukojony tym przeklętym snem... ...i miękko ciało me złożyło się do snu... i wzrok mój spoczął tam... gdzie popiół zamiast nut... ============================================== TRANSLATION ============================================== [intro] [verse1] Ink has covered the paper, no hand can turn back time, And the notes upon the staff flow like a darkened tide... What if I burned the paper...? Ah... what if I cast the song into the flame? Would it change a thing...? Would the spell be broken...? Ah... how beautiful it sounds... Ah... how simple it seems... Yet... people have heard it... The melody lingers in their minds... [Pre-Chorus] What use is ash from notes I penned both night and day? What if a stranger should come and fall beneath its sway? And tear from the song the fragments that the people still recall, Written down once more — it would only cause more harm... [chorus:] Burn, ignited by my hand, burn! I shall scatter all the notes to the wind, let them burn to ashes! Sleep, in a soft velvet slumber, old and young alike, sleep... Eternal darkness shall conceal the dangerous knowledge. [Verse2] But how can one destroy what has already left the wood? What now lives within their hearts, as it forever would? What if I kept silent forever...? Ah... what if I never sang again? Would that song fall silent...? Would its spirit finally sleep...? Ah... yet memory carries it... Ah... though I don't want to — I still know it... Whoever heard this melody once... Carries it like a mark... [Pre-Chorus] What use is ash from notes I penned both night and day? What if a stranger should come and fall beneath its sway? And tear from the song the fragments that the people still recall, Written down once more — it would only cause more harm... [chorus:] Burn, ignited by my hand, burn! I shall scatter all the notes to the wind, let them burn to ashes! Sleep, in a soft velvet slumber, old and young alike, sleep... Eternal darkness shall conceal the dangerous knowledge. [Bridge] When night had fallen, when the circle had been formed, When voices joined as one, a chain of hearts and hands, Before the wondrous voice of stars could pierce the dark, I began to sing it, drawing every eye... My words — but the music was cursed... Oh, how my hand trembles... [final chorus:] Burn, ignited by my hand, burn! I shall scatter all the notes to the wind, let them burn to ashes! Sleep, in a soft velvet slumber, old and young alike, sleep... Eternal darkness shall conceal the dangerous knowledge. [outro] [quieter] ...and whoever heard it once... closed their eyes, magically soothed by that accursed dream... ...and softly my body sank into sleep... and my gaze came to rest there... where ashes lay instead of notes...
