Hi, guys!
Finally, I have the opportunity to publish something about creativity, and not about the sad state of my psyche and the nervous system. Today I went to the occupation of vocals to my teacher.
It all started by the way is not very good. I chose the song of the average difficulty, but such that I often sang at home, and I know her along and across. But it turned out that with the microphone she got much worse, more precisely, first was worse.
Maybe I have a bad breakdown, and it may initially come in not the most well mood. But it was worth it to sing it three or four times, how everything immediately began to get off.
Lyrics:
Ancient walls cold fjords
Roots their sea caresses and wounds
Light tears of the dead gods
Manyat in foam and stone traps
Who is not ready to join the battle
With shadow lumps in the groves of saints
Who is not ready to drink salt,
He does not know what the north breathes, north, north
Fairy tales cruel forgotten shelter
The edge of which only waves and wind
If you are tender word
Away run away, do not listen to their songs
Who is not ready to join the battle
With eye shadow in the cliffs of steep
Who is not ready to shed blood,
He does not know what the north breathes, north, north
Chucks scream over the sail black ring
Ice and the abyss laugh, at a boat boiling
But the eyes are relent in order to follow
There are no fear in them, only the reflections have become
There are no fear in them, only the reflections have become
Who is not ready to join the battle
With shadow faces in mad waves
Who is not ready to eat eternity,
He will not recognize than the north of the roads
He will not recognize than the north of the roads