Непослушная Вера

02:50

vor 2 Tagen

Сделай Песню про Веру Что она не послужная Сделай песню с позором под стиль Pop

pop then a wide Dark pop with sharp electronic drums cold synth pads and male vocals. Tight syncopated verses that sit low and tense anthemic chorus with stacked gang-style shouts on key phrases. Sub-bass growls under the hook short distorted guitar stabs answer vocal lines. Final chorus hits harder with extra harmonies and a pitched-down ad-lib layer.

Непослушная Вера

04:00

vor 2 Tagen

von Моисей Безлюдский

Сделай Песню про Веру Что она не послужная Сделай песню с позором под стиль Pop

pop then a wide Dark pop with sharp electronic drums cold synth pads and male vocals. Tight syncopated verses that sit low and tense anthemic chorus with stacked gang-style shouts on key phrases. Sub-bass growls under the hook short distorted guitar stabs answer vocal lines. Final chorus hits harder with extra harmonies and a pitched-down ad-lib layer.

Сколько можно брать в долг у тишины, Прятать злость за вежливым «прости»? Мне твердили: «Будь поменьше, не мешай, Не мечтай, не чувствуй, не кричи». Каждый взгляд как приговор без суда: «Ты не так, не то, не там, всегда». В зеркале чужие голоса, Но сегодня в нём увижу только «я». **Припев** Я выбираю себя, Больше не жить по чужим правилам. Хватит шептать — я буду громче гря

female vocals warm bass then a wide Emotional Russian pop-rock with female vocals; intimate piano and airy pads in the verses anthemic chorus with driving drums and stacked harmonies. Start fragile and close-mic’d rising into a cathartic shout-along hook; add subtle guitar swells and a final half-time reverb-drenched chorus tag for maximum impact.

Я выбираю себя

03:56

vor 3 Tagen

von Елена Хижняк

Сколько можно брать в долг у тишины, Прятать злость за вежливым «прости»? Мне твердили: «Будь поменьше, не мешай, Не мечтай, не чувствуй, не кричи». Каждый взгляд как приговор без суда: «Ты не так, не то, не там, всегда». В зеркале чужие голоса, Но сегодня в нём увижу только «я». **Припев** Я выбираю себя, Больше не жить по чужим правилам. Хватит шептать — я буду громче гря

female vocals warm bass then a wide Emotional Russian pop-rock with female vocals; intimate piano and airy pads in the verses anthemic chorus with driving drums and stacked harmonies. Start fragile and close-mic’d rising into a cathartic shout-along hook; add subtle guitar swells and a final half-time reverb-drenched chorus tag for maximum impact.

Bahorning Nafasi

03:59

vor 1 Woche

von Asal Turdiyeva

Menga ingliz tilida sevgi va bahor haqida qoʻshiq yozib ber qoʻshiqni erkak kishi aytdim qo'shiqning davomiyligi 3-4 daqiqa bo'lsin qoʻshiq professional darajada yaratilsin uni hisobdalari har xil chorg'i asboblaridan foydalansin

tambourine then a wide Warm acoustic-pop ballad with male vocals; fingerpicked guitar and mellow piano in the verses subtle string pad under the pre-chorus uplifting chorus with full band and stacked harmonies. Gentle build over 3–4 minutes with a dynamic middle-8 bridge that drops to intimate vocal and keys before the final soaring chorus.

Bahorning Nafasi

03:59

vor 1 Woche

von Asal Turdiyeva

Menga ingliz tilida sevgi va bahor haqida qoʻshiq yozib ber qoʻshiqni erkak kishi aytdim qo'shiqning davomiyligi 3-4 daqiqa bo'lsin qoʻshiq professional darajada yaratilsin uni hisobdalari har xil chorg'i asboblaridan foydalansin

tambourine then a wide Warm acoustic-pop ballad with male vocals; fingerpicked guitar and mellow piano in the verses subtle string pad under the pre-chorus uplifting chorus with full band and stacked harmonies. Gentle build over 3–4 minutes with a dynamic middle-8 bridge that drops to intimate vocal and keys before the final soaring chorus.

Numéro sur le papier

03:17

vor 1 Woche

von Boubacar Barry

On ne te vole pas ton identité d’un coup. On te l’enlève lentement. Dès l’école, on commence par te définir à ta place. Tu deviens un numéro, une moyenne, un classement. On t’habitue à répondre quand on t’appelle et à te taire quand tu sais. On te fait croire que ta valeur dépend de la note que quelqu’un te donne. Petit à petit, tu arrêtes de te demander qui tu es et tu te concentres sur ce qu’on

reverb-soaked guitars then a wide Moody French indie-pop female vocals; close-mic whispery verses over sparse piano and soft bass pulses anthemic chorus with roomy drums and stacked gang-style harmonies. Gradual build from intimate confession to cathartic shout with a brief breakdown bridge dropping back to piano and voice before the final explosive hook.

Numéro sur le papier

02:55

vor 1 Woche

von Boubacar Barry

On ne te vole pas ton identité d’un coup. On te l’enlève lentement. Dès l’école, on commence par te définir à ta place. Tu deviens un numéro, une moyenne, un classement. On t’habitue à répondre quand on t’appelle et à te taire quand tu sais. On te fait croire que ta valeur dépend de la note que quelqu’un te donne. Petit à petit, tu arrêtes de te demander qui tu es et tu te concentres sur ce qu’on

reverb-soaked guitars then a wide Moody French indie-pop female vocals; close-mic whispery verses over sparse piano and soft bass pulses anthemic chorus with roomy drums and stacked gang-style harmonies. Gradual build from intimate confession to cathartic shout with a brief breakdown bridge dropping back to piano and voice before the final explosive hook.