Сироп — Ruslan Miftakhov

Текст песни

[Intro]
[Theremin — wavy, like a dream opening]
[Reversed cymbal — sucked into silence]

[Verse 1 — female, ethereal, light, wordless at first, then words float in]
The sun is a fruit in the syrup of sky
The clouds are a river the birds learn to fly
I swallowed the colour — it bloomed in my chest
A butterfly made of electric unrest

[Chorus — layered, wordless scat with words underneath]
(Ooo-ah-eee… sun in my throat…)
(Ooo-ah-eee… the sky wrote a note…)
(Mmm-la-dee… the wind is a coat…)
(We float, we float, we float…)

[Verse 2 — more glitched, but still floating]
The moon is a coin in the pocket of night
The stars are the freckles of some giant's delight
I touched my reflection — it laughed and it split
A thousand small mes in a candlewick lit

[Chorus — layered, with phaser, more hypnotic]
(Ooo-ah-eee… sun in my throat…)
(Ooo-ah-eee… the sky wrote a note…)
(Mmm-la-dee… the wind is a coat…)
(We float, we float, we float…)

[Bridge — beat drops out, only mellotron and glass harmonica, spoken]
[Spoken — close mic, dreamy, slow]
I painted my thoughts with a hummingbird wing
The colour of everything… everything…
Then I forgot what I wanted to sing…

[Verse 3 — fast, glitched, words slipping]
The grass wore the rain like a secondhand dress
The trees told a joke — I forgot the address
I spun in the yard till I turned into thread
Then sewed myself into the back of my head

[Final Chorus — fading, voices dissolving into theremin]
(Ooo-ah-eee… sun in my throat…)
(Ooo-ah-eee… the sky wrote a note…)
(Floating… floating…)
[Theremin — final wobble, fading]
[Silence — tape hiss rises, then cuts]