Robert Jan Meyer is an Architect and the brother of a well-known Swiss rave promoter. He started to make music at the end of the 80's, first as a bass-player in a Funk-band, but soon his fascination with Midi-equipment led to experiments with a keyboard and sampler. At the beginning of the 90's, Robert launched his Minus 8 project as a slow and peaceful answer to all the Plus 8 (on a turntable) speed madness that was prevalent in club music at the time.
By 1993 he also started DJing, playing mostly Acid-Jazz, Rare Groove, Funk, and Hip-Hop. Since then, Robert has consistently supported Swiss club culture with all his talents. He's also toured as support for big UK names like Goldie, Grooverider, Hype, Krust, Storm, Bad Company and Adam F. And now he's in-demand as a remixer. As all that wasn't enough, he's also found time to put together a great series of compilations - "Science Fiction Jazz"
The first ever Minus 8 release, "The Sweetest Sounds," was the actually the first release on DJ Cam's Paris-based label Inflammable. In 1997, Minus 8's first album "Beyond," followed (also on Inflammable), and received excellent reviews. "Beyond" was followed by a second album, "Beyond Beyond" for UK label Higher Ground (part of Sony UK). The English Trip-Hop and Drum & Bass scenes influenced both of these albums.
A Concha Cor de Rosa
Minus 8 Lyrics
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На листьях пожелтевшых
Давно прошла
Та старая весна,
Но я люблю тебя,
Люблю сильней, чем прежде
И также, как тогда,
Кружится голова.
И нисколько мы с тобой
Не постарели,
А только головы немножко
Побелели,
Отзвучат и отпоют
Своё метели,
Будет снова, снова будет
Звон капели.
А мы с тобой делили,
Делили пополам
И радость и беду
И даже седину
С тобой мы разделили,
Да, что там седина,
Пускай горит она.
И нисколько мы с тобой
Не постарели,
А только головы немножко
Побелели,
Отшумят и отпоют
Своё метели,
Будет снова, снова будет
Звон капели.
проигрыш
Заметная усталость,
А на висках моих
Осенняя роса,
Но ты не верь тому,
Что к нам подкралась старость,
Поверь, что в жизни есть
Такая полоса.
И нисколько мы с тобой
Не постарели,
А только головы немножко
Побелели,
Отшумят и отпоют
Своё метели,
Будет снова, снова будет
Звон капели.
The lyrics to Minus 8's song "A Concha Cor de Rosa" are written in Russian and translate to English as follows:
Autumn dew
on yellowed leaves
has long passed
that old spring
but I love you
I love you more than before
and just like back then
my head spins
We haven't aged a bit
only our heads have turned a little white
they will echo and sing
their own storms
there will be again, again
the sound of dripping water
We shared everything
split it in half
both joy and sorrow
and even gray hair
we shared with each other
yes, whatever about gray hair
let it burn.
There is a noticeable weariness,
and autumn dew on my temples
but don't believe that old age has crept up on us
believe that there is such a stage in life
The song is a nostalgic reflection on the passing of time and the enduring love between two people. The lyrics describe the changing seasons, both literally and figuratively, and the way that love transcends time and aging. The use of water, such as dew and dripping sound of water, symbolizes the passage of time and the constant flow of life.
Line by Line Meaning
Осенняя роса
The autumn dew
На листьях пожелтевшых
On the yellowing leaves
Давно прошла
Has long passed
Та старая весна,
That old spring
Но я люблю тебя,
But I love you
Люблю сильней, чем прежде
Love you stronger than before
И также, как тогда,
And just like then
Кружится голова.
My head is spinning.
И нисколько мы с тобой
And we
Не постарели,
Haven't aged a bit
А только головы немножко
Only our heads have
Побелели,
Turned a little white
Отзвучат и отпоют
Resound and sing
Своё метели,
Their own blizzards
Будет снова, снова будет
Will be again, again
Звон капели.
The sound of dripping.
А мы с тобой делили,
And we shared
Делили пополам
Shared equally
И радость и беду
Both joy and sorrow
И даже седину
And even gray hair
С тобой мы разделили,
We shared with you
Да, что там седина,
Yes, what about gray hair
Пускай горит она.
Let it burn.
Заметная усталость,
Noticeable fatigue
А на висках моих
But on my temples
Осенняя роса,
Autumn dew
Но ты не верь тому,
But don't believe
Что к нам подкралась старость,
That old age has crept up on us
Поверь, что в жизни есть
Believe that in life
Такая полоса.
There is such a stripe.
И нисколько мы с тобой
And we
Не постарели,
Haven't aged a bit
А только головы немножко
Only our heads have
Побелели,
Turned a little white
Отшумят и отпоют
Resound and sing
Своё метели,
Their own blizzards
Будет снова, снова будет
Will be again, again
Звон капели.
The sound of dripping.
Writer(s): Meyer Robert Jan
Contributed by Jack P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@triplecrosscounter
Underrated
@W_Spay_Visuals
perfect.
@MrNoahFerris
Love mixing this out of some latin, bossa jazz