Pride / Гордыня (V. Tsoi Vocal) (B. Shnaider) #Mythical

Brit pop, synthwave, Soviet wave, post-punk, new wave, D&B, brostep, breakcore, minimalistic rock

🖤 My journey with Viktor began when I was 11…
And it continues to this day. I know all his songs, feel his energy between the lines.
As his birthday approaches, I start to feel his vibe. I don’t know why — I just do.

🎙️ This playlist is the result of a long experiment with a vocal model inspired by Viktor Tsoi.
It’s not an imitation — it’s a tribute to his spirit, his depth, his atmosphere.

🧠 32 tracks — from remixes to new meanings.
💿 A collection of what I’ve created… and what I’ve discovered deep in the platform’s archives.

Thank you for the inspiration, Viktor.
🕯️ You live in our souls. We remember you.

#NeuroTsoi #NSM3 #ViktorTsoi #TsoiLives

https://suno.com/playlist/d9a3a579-d9f9-4fc0-8d72-0dde92ca38b7

How strange this world, how strange the people,
They cry for peace upon the land,
Yet wander lost like wayward devils,
With hidden sins in shadow's hand.

The kind and pure they trample blindly,
All reason long has slipped away,
They gather grief and sorrow tightly,
Still dream-bound, night consuming day.

We burn ourselves to warm another,
But they won't spare a single thought,
They wipe their feet, betray their brother,
And turn your truth into a fraud.

Again, the wars and fights are rising,
We shout for peace but arm the guns,
While widows weep at graves, still crying
Upon this bleeding, broken land.

What is it deep within our nature
That makes us place ourselves above,
Ignoring light and simple treasures,
Destroying those we claim to love?

Our pride won't let us hear the warning,
It blinds the soul and dims the way,
It leads us down the path of mourning,
Where joy and truth can't ever stay.

[Male Singer Only]

Как странен мир, как страны люди
Желают счастья на земле,
А сами словно черти блудят
Грехи скрывая в тёмной мгле.

О белых и пушистых ноги вытирают
И все давно сошли с ума
Страдания, беды люди собирают,
Никак не могут отойти от сна.

Сжигаем мы себя, чтоб мог другой согреться,
А тот другой не ставит тебя в грош,
Тобою может просто подтереться
И выдать вместо правды ложь.

Конфликты, войны снова в силе,
Кричим о мире, а готовимся к войне
И плачут вдовы на могилах,
На многострадальной, раненой земле.

Что в нас заложено такого,
Что ставим выше мы себя других,
Не замечая светлого, простого,
Всё рушим у чужих и у своих.

Гордыня не даёт покоя,
Сбивая истину с пути,
Толкает на стезю разбоя,
Где просто счастья не найти.

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🪶 I was digging through my Dad’s poems on his site ✍️ — here’s the link if curious 🔗 stihi.ru/avtor/borris I found the poem “Pride,” read it… and decided to try it with Tsoi’s voice 🎙️It came out like a collab with Laskovyi Mai 🌒 — the vocals sound eerily close 😳🔥That’s how my 4th Tsoi model was born 🤘 🖤 My journey with Viktor began when I was 11… And it continues to this day. I know all his songs, feel his energy between the lines. As his birthday approaches, I start to feel his vibe. I don’t know why — I just do. 🎙️ This playlist is the result of a long experiment with a vocal model inspired by Viktor Tsoi. It’s not an imitation — it’s a tribute to his spirit, his depth, his atmosphere. 🧠 32 tracks — from remixes to new meanings. 💿 A collection of what I’ve created… and what I’ve discovered deep in the platform’s archives. Thank you for the inspiration, Viktor. 🕯️ You live in our souls. We remember you. #NeuroTsoi #NSM3 #ViktorTsoi #TsoiLives https://suno.com/playlist/d9a3a579-d9f9-4fc0-8d72-0dde92ca38b7 How strange this world, how strange the people, They cry for peace upon the land, Yet wander lost like wayward devils, With hidden sins in shadow's hand. The kind and pure they trample blindly, All reason long has slipped away, They gather grief and sorrow tightly, Still dream-bound, night consuming day. We burn ourselves to warm another, But they won't spare a single thought, They wipe their feet, betray their brother, And turn your truth into a fraud. Again, the wars and fights are rising, We shout for peace but arm the guns, While widows weep at graves, still crying Upon this bleeding, broken land. What is it deep within our nature That makes us place ourselves above, Ignoring light and simple treasures, Destroying those we claim to love? Our pride won't let us hear the warning, It blinds the soul and dims the way, It leads us down the path of mourning, Where joy and truth can't ever stay. [Male Singer Only] Как странен мир, как страны люди Желают счастья на земле, А сами словно черти блудят Грехи скрывая в тёмной мгле. О белых и пушистых ноги вытирают И все давно сошли с ума Страдания, беды люди собирают, Никак не могут отойти от сна. Сжигаем мы себя, чтоб мог другой согреться, А тот другой не ставит тебя в грош, Тобою может просто подтереться И выдать вместо правды ложь. Конфликты, войны снова в силе, Кричим о мире, а готовимся к войне И плачут вдовы на могилах, На многострадальной, раненой земле. Что в нас заложено такого, Что ставим выше мы себя других, Не замечая светлого, простого, Всё рушим у чужих и у своих. Гордыня не даёт покоя, Сбивая истину с пути, Толкает на стезю разбоя, Где просто счастья не найти.

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