MILES, Robert - Children - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Do not be afraid of thunder. It must be listened to how they are listening to a loud for hearing and difficult to perceive a musical work ... The first rolled - they arise from nowhere, entering the bass. Through a few clocks, the timeline of the first drops is mixed to Ripple Gulu, as if someone shocks his handful of rice inside the dried bamboo stem ... Rolls become louder, they are already hard to catch the system in Loman Dongbit, but they confidently continue to keep the melody forward. Here called the tube voice of remote thunder, sticking into the bright rhythmic fabric drawing with a dark ornament ... and finally the climax - a deafening crash of lightning brings the line under the improvisation of the musicians, and from now on - only a tight flux of notes (almost noise) of water flows, which hang in Air, like a variety of threads that heaven are tied to the ground, fills the space ... Sometimes among this symphony, elements, disassemble words, and even whole phrases. Maybe this is Ja trying to finish up to us? Who knows ... And so much so cool to walk during a thunderstorm ...