Приезжал он в наш город, я тогда совсем еще молоденькой была, старшеклассницей. Город бурлил и кипел - ВИЛЛИ ТОКАРЕВ!

TRACKLIST:
1 Sirius Paul Brennan / Alan Parsons / Eric Woolfson The Alan Parsons Project feat: Alan Parsons 1:54
2 Eye in the Sky Alan Parsons / Eric Woolfson The Alan Parsons Project feat: Alan Parsons 4:36
3 Children of the Moon Alan Parsons / Eric Woolfson The Alan Parsons Project feat: Alan Parsons 4:51
4 Gemini Alan Parsons / Eric Woolfson The Alan Parsons Project feat: Alan Parsons 2:11
5 Silence and I Alan Parsons / Eric Woolfson The Alan Parsons Project feat: Alan Parsons 7:19
6 You're Gonna Get Your Fingers Burned Alan Parsons / Eric Woolfson The Alan Parsons Project feat: Alan Parsons 4:22
7 Psychobabble Alan Parsons / Eric Woolfson The Alan Parsons Project feat: Alan Parsons 4:51
8 Mammagamma (Instrumental) Alan Parsons / Eric Woolfson The Alan Parsons Project feat: Alan Parsons 3:34
9 Step by Step Alan Parsons / Eric Woolfson The Alan Parsons Project feat: Alan Parsons 3:54
10 Old and Wise Alan Parsons / Eric Woolfson The Alan Parsons Project feat: Alan Parsons 4:55

There I was on a July morning
Looking for love
With the strength
Of a new day dawning
And the beautiful sun
At the sound
Of the first bird singing
I was leaving for home
With the storm
And the night behind me
And a road of my own
With the day came the resolution
I'll be looking for you
La la la la
I was looking for love
In the strangest places
Wasn't a stone
That I left unturned
Must have tried more
Than a thousand faces
But not one was aware
Of the fire that burned
In my heart, in my mind, in my soul
La la la la
There I was on a July morning
I was looking for love
With the strength
Of a new day dawning
And the beautiful sun
And at the sound
Of the first bird singing
I was leaving for home
With the storm
And the night behind me
Yeah, and a road of my own

Oh, Belladonna, never knew the pain
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe it'll drive me insane
The open letter just carelessly placed
And your moving silence, the tea so delicately laced

Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much
Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much

Came from passion and you gave it a name
The fingers of poison like needles in the drivin' rain
So smile discreetly as you watch with such grace
Now I must slip away but can you forget my face

Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much
Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much
Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much
Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much

Song of Olympia sung by Carla Maffioletti
Шуточно, с блеском) Наслаждайтесь!

Это Удо, ребята...

В австралийском городке местные жители организовали мужской хор, который исполняет исключительно русские песни. Как отмечают слушатели, музыканты исполняют непривычные для них произведения с чувством и душой.


Мужской хор из небольшого австралийского городка Маллумбимби взял в свой репертуар русские песни, хотя ни один из хористов не знает русского языка. Артисты не переводят зрителям тексты песен, зато с удовольствием произносят тосты под водку — для аутентичности.

Хор под названием Dustyesky появился в 2014 после разговора директора городского музыкального фестиваля Глена Райта с местным музыкантом Эндрю Свэйном. Райт сказал, что на фестивале хорошо бы звучали русские песни, а Свэйн тут же согласился все организовать. Музыкант послушал в Интернете сотни русских песен, отобрал несколько для разучивания и пустил слух о создании хора. Сначала пришли 13 человек, через неделю уже 20, а сейчас хор насчитывает 30 исполнителей.
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Музыка Алексея Рыбникова, слова Рабиндранат Тагор.


The Last Poem. Song from the movie "You is not even dream". Music by famous composer Alexei Rybnikov, the words of Nobel laureate Rabindranath Tagore.


Wind is the old name dispelled?
I have no way to cast my edge.
If you try to see from a distance,
You will not notice me, You will not notice me -
My friend, farewell!

I swim out and time takes me
From the edge to the edge
From coast to coast, from the shallows to the shallows ...
My friend, farewell!
I know one day from a distant shore,
distant past, -
The night, spring wind the will bring you
the sigh from me.

Look!
Just look: no more is anything -
following me?

At midnight oblivion
In the later edge of your life.
Just look without the despair,
Just look, without despair.

Flash it? take is the form? - of a
unknown image, as random..
Take this is the form? - of a
unknown image, as random..

Is this not a dream?
This is not a dream
This is - the truth, my
This is - the true..

Eternal law - overcoming death -
Is this - my love
This is - my love

Figaro - Gino Quilico;
Il conte Almaviva - David Kuebler;
Rosina - Cecilia Bartoli;
Bartolo - Carlos Feller;
Don Basilio - Robert Lloyd;
Schwetzingen Festival, 1988.