
Морщины - автографы лет
A large space of the cinematic atmosphere of blues rock, the acoustic texture of the lively, raw Chicago blues of the 1960s, 85 BPM, rich blues-jazz groove, modern turntablism, slide guitar, smoky organ pads, hoarse, blue notes, the prevailing rhythm of the double bass, walking bass, the bass guitar is clearer and more expressive It has the depth and saturation of reverberation, the clean blues curves of an electric guitar, the soft low hum of a velvet cello against the background, distant strings, accents of a singing violin and piano; an intimate, conversational duo, brutal blues vocals are thick, with clear diction and expressive phrasing: female hypnotic, smoky, emotional mature vocals and male heavy, deep, rough vocals, sustained mature voice, cinematic speech, breathtaking, textured roughness of voice, sounds very close, intimate to the listener and an open microphone, without screaming, high-pitched, confident man of 60-65 years old, pronounces each line with calm authority,

Морщины - автографы лет
A large space of the cinematic atmosphere of blues rock, the acoustic texture of the lively, raw Chicago blues of the 1960s, 85 BPM, rich blues-jazz groove, modern turntablism, slide guitar, smoky organ pads, hoarse, blue notes, the prevailing rhythm of the double bass, walking bass, the bass guitar is clearer and more expressive It has the depth and saturation of reverberation, the clean blues curves of an electric guitar, the soft low hum of a velvet cello against the background, distant strings, accents of a singing violin and piano; an intimate, conversational duo, brutal blues vocals are thick, with clear diction and expressive phrasing: female hypnotic, smoky, emotional mature vocals and male heavy, deep, rough vocals, sustained mature voice, cinematic speech, breathtaking, textured roughness of voice, sounds very close, intimate to the listener and an open microphone, without screaming, high-pitched, confident man of 60-65 years old, pronounces each line with calm authority,
Lyrics
Немое разлучное эхо,
Окопные борозды бед,
Веселые лучики смеха,
Межбровная скорбная ось.
Как будто, согласно природе,
С ладоней все то, что сбылось,
На щеки и лоб переходит.
Тревог и сомнений пейзаж,
Раздумий крутые дороги.
Мусолит судьба карандаш,
Подводит на лицах итоги.
Измятые складки души,
Открывшей себя нараспашку...
Все можно разгладить, ушить,
Да жизни не сделать подтяжку.
