It all started with a simple Am chord...
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It all started with a simple Am chord.
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The Am chord gave me a lot of problems.
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The sound was terrible, the fingers ached, and the people whispered:
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"All this is not for long, she will quit in a year."
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But two years passed, then three, four and five,
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And I still play the guitar.
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And not in order to prove to them, they say, “Not for long? |
Nate!”,
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But because the songs are crowded on the sheets of a notebook.
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And I wanted to embroider on people's hearts
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Patterns of light thread-notes of their ideas.
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And gradually flaring up from verse to verse,
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At least a candela brighter to make the whole planet.
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Yes, it sounds ambitious and passionate,
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But I remember how many years I spent on a dream.
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Draft - into the recorder, started - crying to the microphone
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Because I do not hope for luck.
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There is only one way to success, and, alas, it is not new:
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To reach the top, you have to start from the basics.
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Steps of notes and words, art is a craft,
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Go ahead in spite of everything!
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Let someone say that you are weak and mediocre,
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Don't listen and play your favorite guitar.
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New heights take time and effort.
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Your sound will be the most beautiful.
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The road ahead is a challenge to the mountainside.
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You are no longer alone - there are millions behind you.
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Let someone say: "You won't reach your dream!",
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But I believe it's possible
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It's possible.
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Fourteenth year. |
I don't really know myself yet,
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I shot a cover for the competition, sitting at home in front of the Christmas tree.
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In the frame, a golden New Year's ball interfered,
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Didn't win a damn thing, but started the channel -
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In vain, did you start it?
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Keep a couple of my songs.
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And suddenly the channel suddenly became interesting to someone.
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Five, eight, ten subscribers - wow!
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Keep a couple more, ladies and gentlemen.
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Ay-yai-yai, I posted a track about Castaneda -
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And the channel became plus one hundred and forty people.
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“Where are the concerts, Katya? |
Video is not enough for us!
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Gee, how should I respond and what should I tell them?
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Two years of searching for sounds and musicians,
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Two years of criticism that there is neither hearing nor talent.
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And after the song about cats, I decided: enough.
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I stay alone. |
I perform solo.
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The path to success is thorny, there are many holes on the way,
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And in order not to fall, at least shine for yourself.
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Let while you are alone, but somewhere around the corner
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Those who are light from your music are waiting for you.
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For the next four years I drove forward,
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And under their feet was hell, then water, then ice.
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Like a tree bark, I overgrown with experience,
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That gave me the strength to sing about what used to be a whisper.
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What then? |
The sound was overgrown with iron, began to sound rich,
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For which I should say thank you to my guys.
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Like all those who played with me once.
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What's ahead - Afisha Picnic? |
"Wild Mint"?
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The main goal is barely enough.
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As in "Sea Battle", I put the ship on "M2".
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The sailboat will grow up, become a big battleship,
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And swim to each of you. |
I hope soon.
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But no matter how many victories, the main reward -
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People who believed in me and are still there.
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My main strength and great joy -
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People who believed in me and are still there.
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The path to success leads when the step is successful,
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When you see the goal and clench your will into a fist,
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When there is money, good luck, and in the hands - a banner.
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But if there are friends nearby, you will reach it anyway. |