Забытый однажды всплывает в сердце вновь... "ENG"

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Забытый однажды всплывает в сердце вновь... "ENG"

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Urodchanin

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15 октября 2026

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От автора

Осенний дождь стучит по крышам, а сердце хранит память о самом дорогом. Трек посвящён 8-й главе моего фанфика «Падший Сирен. Том 1», где осень становится свидетельницей трагедии и вечного прощания. Это история о Селестии, её крёстном мальчике Уильяме Ирато и воспоминаниях, что невозможно забыть особенно после встречи с живым взрослым двойником покойного Уильяма из параллельной Эквестрии.

Стиль / жанр

Metal Dark Fantasy, Gothic Metal, neo classical, cinematic orchestra, low brass stabs, bowed cymbals, distorted timpani, minor key, cathedral reverb, tape saturation, Orchestral backing, sparse verse, explosive chorus, suspenseful dread, Narrative Ballad, Leitmotif, Opera Verismo, Musical Theatre

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Описание создано автоматически и может быть неточным.

Сюжет

Драматичная история Селестии, которая переживает утрату и винит себя в случившемся с мальчиком Уильямом. Воспоминания о дожде, погоне и внезапном открытии переплетаются в повествовательной балладе.

Звучание

Готик-метал соединён с кинематографической оркестровкой, неоклассическими элементами и оперно-театральной подачей. Атмосфера тревожная и мрачная: сдержанные куплеты сменяются взрывными припевами.

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This rain — just sleep, just madness.
Where are you, my boy? Give me your answer!
A truck roars in the distance, tearing open the chest with loss.

Текст

Cold raindrops run down the windows of houses,
Rain in this city — joy for some, a sentence for others.
On metal roofs beats an autumn wet rhythm,
And smells of decaying leaves that wind scatters under people's feet.
Children splash through puddles, laughing under streams of water,
While adults hurry home so as not to get soaked to the bone.
In the music school there's silence,
The neon light flickers.
Celestia on a soft sofa loses her usual pulse.
A ringtone sounds, the classroom door opens,
— Aunt Celestia! — the boy rushes towards the lady.
— William, little fish, I've come. — And for a moment the world grew warmer.
— The weather is just awful, — Iratо sighed beneath the awning.

"This rain is just a dream, just delusion."
Where are you, my boy? Give me your answer!
A truck roars in the distance, tearing open the chest with loss.
What's happening around is a terrible dream,
Memories impossible to forget.
Canterlot's slick asphalt chills my face —
Where are you, William? My boy!
An indifferent crowd flows, unseeing mother's tears.
It's all my fault! Forgive me...

[a theatrical dialogue between a woman and a child]
"Pretty?" asked the woman.
"Yes, only damp," the boy was sad.
"Better would be warm sunshine."
"I'm fully agree with you, but unfortunately,
I can't do anything about today's weather."
"I know, auntie Celestia, but I'd wish you'd control the sunlight for eternal summer..."
"That'd be really cool!"

[a theatrical dialogue between a woman and a child]
"How were lessons, my dear?"
"Boring... Again major, minor, two tones, half-tone.
But I want right away play cheerful tunes...
Auntie Celestia, I'll become great musician someday?"
"Surely, my boy, but without proper effort it'll be very hard.
When I studied at music school,
My mom once showed me them in chord arrangement."
"And how?"
"I'll show when we come back home..."

Blue butterfly! Through rain, against will, flew.
Charmed the boy by beauty, called to play.
Screamed Celestia, remembering grief.

[a heart‑wrenching, pleading request]
"Stop!!! Don't chase after her!!! Not this time!!!.."

But blinded you ran off. And I rushed after you.
— Lost pulse in soulless whirlwind. Each one in this human throng — enemy mine.

This rain — just sleep, just madness.
Where are you, my boy? Give me your answer!
A truck roars in the distance, tearing open the chest with loss.
What's happening around is a terrible dream,
Memories impossible to forget.
Canterlot's slick asphalt chills my face —
Where are you, William? My boy!
An indifferent crowd flows, unseeing mother's tears.
It's all my fault! Forgive me...

[a confused voice]
"Anybody, help..." Beats granite pleading call.
City Canterlot heartless. It's bastard's living father.
Child disappeared, no trace remains, his voice somewhere far echoed:

[A loud voice filled with joy]
"Auntie Celestia! I've caught her!"

Truck's roar followed...

[A heart‑wrenching voice filled with loss]
"William!!!"

Air breaks apart! Asphalt takes adult lady.
River from crowd flows round her, mechanic-driver didn't press brake,
Drove further, thinking nothing.
"Sister! Wake up!..

[The TV presenter’s slightly strained speech.]
"Tonight on Sunrise street..." Blue screen shines.
Suddenly fight flared up, four shadows, fifth — light, punished knaves.
By frames it's seen, but data none, to learn identity of that youth...

[A tense speech revealing a heart‑wrenching truth.]
Celestia looks through plasma, swallowing nausea and fear.
Beyond — her dead seven-year-old godson,
Adult... Alive...
[a gradually increasing instrumental accompaniment before the final verse]

[The last verse, without instrumental accompaniment, the voice filled with pain and guilt]
This rain — just sleep, just madness.
Where are you, my boy? Give me your answer!
A truck roars in the distance, tearing open the chest with loss.
What's happening around is a terrible dream,
Memories impossible to forget.
Canterlot's slick asphalt chills my face —
Where are you, William? My boy!
An indifferent crowd flows, unseeing mother's tears.
It's all my fault! Forgive me...
[Smooth track ending accompanied by a sad piano-driven sound]

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