__cafe2002 music little review
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I just realized how many tears in this song.
I sat and studied different things: he wrote the text, listen
to idm, looking graphics. Listened tracker musicians idm.
Radixi loonie, nagz, treks.Sleduyuschim became siril.
Quite recently, I pondered over what idm - a song of autumn.
Such bitter, but pleasant, so oppressive, but gentle, such a
wave ... Song of autumn. Maybe, just today she came so handy.
Today, when my bare hands felt by the drop rain today, when I
was the fifth time noticed that the leaves on the trees turned
yellow, and today, when I first drew attention to the the fact
that many leaves have already died ... Today I listened to the
song of autumn. She was playing the flute AY-known, but the
modest master siril. He was dressed in summer clothes, he tried
all means to pull past the joy ... But his soul is born only
pain, only despair, a universal grief! Quiet, soft, almost
imperceptible: the universal grief. He played, but I still
listened, and listened to ... Sirilrozhdal notes easily,
effortlessly, he was in a burst of creativity inspiration.
Seconds flew by, unnoticed add up to the minute a feeling all
grown. I listened to his music while he played notes of the
soul its soft sadness. And then I realized: he is hopelessly
divine.
>>>
A NIK-O fought in hysterics! He lumps of metal music, and those
rich bunches fell on hard pavement! He tore his clothes of
summer, he did not want to be with him on occasion, he raced
trehsotkillometrovym speed train from metal and glass, he stood
a giant stoetazhnym skyscraper, it breaks into tiny fragments
heavy-duty rods nanavistnogo summer! "Away, away! Get out! Get
out of here, damn summer! "- He broke the air sounds of hate!
The same sadness, but from a different angle.
>>>
That is it, this summer: the yearning for the fall. Sirili
nik-o.
