Колкие фразы

Emotional alternative rock track at 95 BPM with a strong focus on vocals and minimalistic arrangement, Begin with driving drums, bass, and clean electric guitars that support but do not overpower the vocals, Keep the sound raw and emotional, without heavy orchestration, Verses should have a steady, tense rhythm, and pre-chorus builds anticipation with more expressive guitar riffs and subtle backing vocals, The chorus should be emotional but not overblown, allowing the vocal lines to shine, Include a short instrumental break with melodic guitar before the second verse, At the climax (“Но гололёд, пьян водитель КамАЗа”), create a sudden emotional collapse in the music — drop the instruments to minimal piano and bass, leaving space for the voice to convey emotional emptiness, End with a quiet outro, soft guitars and subdued piano, with the voice fading into emotional emptiness, Style: emotional alternative rock with strong vocal presence

✦ Автор стихов: Татьяна Тоток ✦  
⎯ https://stihi.ru/avtor/taniusha1970 ⎯

Below is the translation into English ⬇️
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Колкие фразы

Колкими фразами, словно картечью,
Метко стреляли безжалостно-часто.
Оба совсем не следили за речью:
Ни милосердия в ней, ни участья.

В этих сражениях антиидиллий
Разве жалели друг друга? Нисколько.
Ночи и дни будто врозь проводили,
Будучи рядом. И только осколки

Сердце пронзали. Но, словно в тумане,
Падали в бездну безудержной страсти
И просыпались. И вновь над домами
Свет разгорался предчувствием счастья.

Всё перемешано: стыд и приличья.
Слёзы обид и улыбок сиянье.
Как же боялись они безразличья!
Как опасались они привыканья!

Так бы, наверное, вечно и было,
…Но гололёд, пьян водитель «КамАза»… 
И тишина, тишина наступила
В доме, где слышались колкие фразы.

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And here is the English translation:

Sharp phrases

With sharp phrases, like grapeshot,
They shot accurately, mercilessly and often.
Neither of them watched their words at all:
There was neither mercy in it, nor compassion.

In these battles of anti-idylls
Did they pity each other? Not at all.
They spent nights and days as if apart,
While being near. And only fragments

Only the heart was pierced by the fragments. But as if in a fog,
They fell into the abyss of unrestrained passion
And they awoke. And once again above the houses
The light would flare up, with the promise of happiness.

Everything was mixed: shame and propriety.
Tears of offense and the radiance of smiles.
How they feared indifference!
How they feared becoming accustomed!

It would probably have been like that forever,
…But the ice, the drunk driver of the truck…
And silence, silence fell
In the house where sharp phrases were heard.

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✦ Автор стихов: Татьяна Тоток ✦ ⎯ https://stihi.ru/avtor/taniusha1970 ⎯ Below is the translation into English ⬇️ ——————————————————— Колкие фразы Колкими фразами, словно картечью, Метко стреляли безжалостно-часто. Оба совсем не следили за речью: Ни милосердия в ней, ни участья. В этих сражениях антиидиллий Разве жалели друг друга? Нисколько. Ночи и дни будто врозь проводили, Будучи рядом. И только осколки Сердце пронзали. Но, словно в тумане, Падали в бездну безудержной страсти И просыпались. И вновь над домами Свет разгорался предчувствием счастья. Всё перемешано: стыд и приличья. Слёзы обид и улыбок сиянье. Как же боялись они безразличья! Как опасались они привыканья! Так бы, наверное, вечно и было, …Но гололёд, пьян водитель «КамАза»… И тишина, тишина наступила В доме, где слышались колкие фразы. ⸻ And here is the English translation: Sharp phrases With sharp phrases, like grapeshot, They shot accurately, mercilessly and often. Neither of them watched their words at all: There was neither mercy in it, nor compassion. In these battles of anti-idylls Did they pity each other? Not at all. They spent nights and days as if apart, While being near. And only fragments Only the heart was pierced by the fragments. But as if in a fog, They fell into the abyss of unrestrained passion And they awoke. And once again above the houses The light would flare up, with the promise of happiness. Everything was mixed: shame and propriety. Tears of offense and the radiance of smiles. How they feared indifference! How they feared becoming accustomed! It would probably have been like that forever, …But the ice, the drunk driver of the truck… And silence, silence fell In the house where sharp phrases were heard.

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