Замечательнейшая вещь. Уже второй клип который меня настолько поразил. Все состовляющие просто великолепны, не хуже Убежище. Нужно чаще заглядывать в данный раздел.
Всё прекрасно Действительно хочется повторить снова и снова эти чудесные минуты наслаждения музыкой, голосом и цветом.
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текст песни на английском:
On the first floor of a wooden apartment, he drew, completely engrossed in painting, What he'd wanted to paint was his own self, A world that would surround him and capture him...
Ever since he was little, he liked drawing, That was because everyone praised him for it, But now, the only one who praised him, Is his girlfriend living with him, But that was all he needed to be happy,
Each day, they happened to miss each other, But she always left him letters, On sakura-patterned paper; those were dear to him, Before they knew it, the night had ended, Before they knew it, the sun had set, Before they knew it, winter reached its end, That day, for the first time, his art sold.
By then, their circumstances had begun to constantly change, The next month, all his paintings sold, And what kept on changing was always the scenery...
Everyone praised his paintings, And she happily told him this: "I was right to have believed..." "I was right to have..."
Sometimes, he received thank-you letters from the people who bought his art, He had no memory of ever being thanked, but it didn't feel strange, either, The small room began to fill bit by bit with treasures, which made him happy, And he thought to himself how wonderful it'd be if things could stay like this forever...
He began to like drawing even more and more, He wanted to create even grander paintings, What he wanted to paint was his own self, To paint an even closer truth, He finished painting his greatest masterpiece, Even she smiled and said, "It's wonderful." It was a painting of the true miserable nature of humans,one that would make anyone turn their eyes away...
Everyone knitted their eyebrows in disgust at his painting, Retreating like the water's tide, each and every one person left, And what kept changing was always the scenery...
The people ridiculed him, calling him incompetent, Their fights increasing, the two of them eventually broke up, Was I wrong to have believed...? Was I wrong to have...?
On the first floor of a wood apartment, He continues to draw, even now, What I'd wanted to paint was my own self, What turned out to be an empty shell of my own self...
I've liked drawing ever since I was little, Now, I don't even know why anymore, There's no one left who'll praise me, There's no more names I can give these piles of paintings sitting here...
How many months, how many years have passed without me realizing? That day, for the first time in a while, a single painting of mine sold, And what kept on changing was always the scenery...
From that buyer, I received a letter, Just a few words on sakura-patterned paper, "I was right to have believed in you..." "I was right to have..." "I was right to have believed in you..." "I was right to have..." "I was right to have believed in you..."
комментарии выше всё сказали за мен я в принципе. клип очень трогает душу. не хочу комментировать случай главного героя, и того, что с ним произошло... но клип мильён из 10!!!!!!!!!!!
Из-за чересчур восторженных комментариев и отзывов возникли сильно завышенные ожидания, что подпортило впечатление. Это крепкий проходняк, для высшей лиги тут всё слишком банально.
зы.
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On the first floor of a wooden apartment, he drew, completely engrossed in painting,
What he'd wanted to paint was his own self,
A world that would surround him and capture him...
Ever since he was little, he liked drawing,
That was because everyone praised him for it,
But now, the only one who praised him,
Is his girlfriend living with him,
But that was all he needed to be happy,
Each day, they happened to miss each other,
But she always left him letters,
On sakura-patterned paper; those were dear to him,
Before they knew it, the night had ended,
Before they knew it, the sun had set,
Before they knew it, winter reached its end,
That day, for the first time, his art sold.
By then, their circumstances had begun to constantly change,
The next month, all his paintings sold,
And what kept on changing was always the scenery...
Everyone praised his paintings,
And she happily told him this:
"I was right to have believed..."
"I was right to have..."
Sometimes, he received thank-you letters from the people who bought his art,
He had no memory of ever being thanked, but it didn't feel strange, either,
The small room began to fill bit by bit with treasures, which made him happy,
And he thought to himself how wonderful it'd be if things could stay like this forever...
He began to like drawing even more and more,
He wanted to create even grander paintings,
What he wanted to paint was his own self,
To paint an even closer truth,
He finished painting his greatest masterpiece,
Even she smiled and said, "It's wonderful."
It was a painting of the true miserable nature of humans,one that would make anyone turn their eyes away...
Everyone knitted their eyebrows in disgust at his painting,
Retreating like the water's tide, each and every one person left,
And what kept changing was always the scenery...
The people ridiculed him, calling him incompetent,
Their fights increasing, the two of them eventually broke up,
Was I wrong to have believed...?
Was I wrong to have...?
On the first floor of a wood apartment,
He continues to draw, even now,
What I'd wanted to paint was my own self,
What turned out to be an empty shell of my own self...
I've liked drawing ever since I was little,
Now, I don't even know why anymore,
There's no one left who'll praise me,
There's no more names I can give these piles of paintings sitting here...
How many months, how many years have passed without me realizing?
That day, for the first time in a while, a single painting of mine sold,
And what kept on changing was always the scenery...
From that buyer, I received a letter,
Just a few words on sakura-patterned paper,
"I was right to have believed in you..."
"I was right to have..."
"I was right to have believed in you..."
"I was right to have..."
"I was right to have believed in you..."
"I was right to have believed in you..."
Это крепкий проходняк, для высшей лиги тут всё слишком банально.